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  • Love Ends Amid Lies

    Just before I was wheeled into the operating room, Lucas held my hand tightly and kissed my forehead, his eyes full of love. “Don’t be scared, Anna. It’ll be over soon. It won’t hurt, I promise. I’ll be waiting for you outside.” I placed one hand on my belly, fighting back tears as I forced a smile for Lucas. Our little angel, who should have been eagerly anticipated, was diagnosed with a defect. I had no choice but to send it back to where it came from. The doctor administered the anesthesia and pushed my bed into the operating room. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, I gradually lost consciousness. However, I overheard a nurse’s curious inquiry. “Dr. Thompson, this patient’s baby is developing well. Why does Mr. Graham want to terminate the pregnancy and even remove her uterus?” “Shh, don’t ask questions you shouldn’t. This is all Mr. Graham’s decision.” “Oh no, could it be because of that rumor…” Wasn’t the baby supposed to have a defect? What’s this about removing my uterus? What rumor? Overwhelming panic gripped my heart. I struggled to wake up and ask for clarification, to stop this surgery. But my consciousness was dragged into a bottomless abyss. When I finally opened my eyes, only Lucas was in the hospital room. He had stubble on his face and bloodshot eyes, clearly having stayed up all night watching over me. Seeing me awake, his eyes lit up. “Anna, you’re awake. How do you feel?” The incision on my abdomen throbbed with pain. I felt as if a huge part of me was missing, with cold wind whistling through the void. Tears uncontrollably slid down my cheeks. I truly believed Lucas trusted me. I never imagined he would cruelly kill our child and even permanently deprive me of the right to be a mother, all because of Jasmine’s slanderous words. I had stayed by his side every moment to reassure him. How could I possibly have had an affair? But I didn’t know that my eagerness to prove my innocence only appeared as guilty behavior in Lucas’s eyes. Lucas assumed I was just upset about losing the baby and comforted me, saying we would have children in the future. I stared at him steadily, unable to believe how someone could be so loving yet so ruthless at the same time. “Lucas, do you really not mind what Jasmine said that day?” I just wanted an answer, one that wouldn’t leave me in such agony. Lucas gently flicked my forehead, then chuckled indulgently. “Anna, didn’t we already say it was just a dream? Why do you remember it more clearly than I do? Don’t worry, I love you so much. If I can’t trust you, who can I trust?” My heart ached terribly. I swallowed back all the accusations in my throat. After resting in the hospital for two weeks, Lucas brought me back home. As soon as we entered the Graham mansion, I heard Jasmine’s light laughter as she chatted with Lucas’s mother. A strong sense of discomfort welled up. I frowned at Lucas, only to find him looking completely unsurprised. Ever since Jasmine made those remarks, I had been very averse to seeing her. Lucas had even promised me he wouldn’t let her come to the Graham house anymore. Disappointment spread like wildfire again. Strangely enough, I had an “as expected” feeling. When Jasmine saw us, she knelt down in front of me, clutching her belly with tears in her eyes and a guilty expression. “Anna, I’m so sorry. I was out of my mind before when I drugged Lucas. I know I was wrong, but the baby is innocent. Please forgive us, mother and child.” This news hit me like a ton of bricks. My mind went blank, unable to process anything. Lucas’s mother clearly sympathized with Jasmine, who was carrying her first grandchild. She looked at me with displeasure. “Jasmine has admitted her mistake and apologized. Don’t be petty about it.” Lucas’s mother, who had treated me like her own daughter because my parents weren’t in the country, now looked at me with such unfamiliarity that I was bewildered. I could ignore all of this. What I cared about most was Lucas, who kept saying he loved me. I turned to look at the silent Lucas, unable to control the lump in my throat. “When did you find out?” “Anna, I’m sorry.” Lucas didn’t answer, just pulled me into his arms and buried his head in the crook of my neck. This was Lucas’s usual trick when apologizing. I used to find his gap moe adorable, and in the past, whenever he did something wrong, I would quickly forgive him if he did this. Did he think an affair could be easily forgiven with just an apology? What did he take me for?! I shoved him away forcefully, ignoring his shocked expression as I wiped away the tears that had unknowingly streamed down my face. Lucas explained helplessly, as if my distrust of him was very hurtful. “Anna, I really had no idea she would drug me. The baby… I only found out yesterday. I know you’re very upset, but Jasmine said she just wants to give birth to the child and then hand it over to us to raise.” Jasmine seized the opportunity to interject, choking up as she spoke. “Anna, you’ve been a mother too. You understand why I don’t want to abort the baby, right?” Thinking of the child who had been deprived of life before it was even born, my heart began to ache again, so painful I could barely breathe. Had Lucas known about Jasmine’s pregnancy all along, and that’s why he so readily took away my child? When you love someone, can you really bear to hurt them like this? For the past ten years, Jasmine had a crush on him, but he always made me feel secure, never crossing any lines in his words or actions. Whenever friends teased him, he would always put me first. “Anna is my only love, and I only recognize her.” I thought marrying Lucas meant marrying for love, but in reality, love couldn’t overcome all obstacles. A single flimsy prediction was enough to shatter all the beauty I once believed in. Suddenly, I felt so tired, losing all strength to argue. A mistress eager to climb the social ladder, a mother-in-law who deliberately made things difficult, and a husband who looked like he loved me but used a gentle attitude to force me… Perhaps leaving was the best solution. I tugged the corners of my lips into a self-mocking smile, the dull pain in my chest silent yet grinding. “Do whatever you want.” Lucas thought I had agreed and let out a huge sigh of relief. His mother snorted coldly at me, then turned to Jasmine with a beaming smile, her eyes full of concern. “Look how haggard you are. I’ll have the cook make some soup to nourish you later.” Jasmine coyly pulled Lucas’s hand and placed it on her belly. “Lucas, look, the baby is kicking me again.” Watching this family scene of love and harmony coldly, I turned and went upstairs without a word, asking my friend abroad to book me a flight to leave. Since someone always had to be the odd one out, I might as well bow out and let them be happy. I woke up startled in the middle of the night, my mind full of scenes of that child crying and asking me why I didn’t save him. I trembled, silently shedding tears. The cold empty space beside me reminded me of my failed marriage. Jasmine had said she had a nightmare, and Lucas was worried it might affect the baby in her belly, so he said he would go check on her. He never returned all night. That Lucas who used to hold me in his arms and gently comfort me whenever I had a nightmare, no matter when, would never exist again. I got out of bed intending to go downstairs for a glass of water, but there was a knock at the door. When I opened it, it was Lucas. The hidden meaning in his eyes made me feel like a stranger. “Anna, Jasmine had a dream where you didn’t like the child and pushed her down the stairs. Now she doesn’t want to give the baby to you.” “There’s a Buddha statue in Mom’s room. Can you go kneel there for a night, pray for blessings for that child, and apologize to Jasmine?” I wondered if I was still dreaming. “She just had a dream and you believe everything? Lucas, do you believe in dreams or do you just believe her?” Dreaming about that child made my emotions a bit intense. Lucas’s displeased frown made it even harder for me to pretend to be calm. In his eyes, it was just an illegitimate child. How could he feel guilty? I was so angry that tears streamed down my face, unable to say a complete sentence. Lucas sighed tiredly, as if my unreasonable behavior made him very troubled. “Anna, be good. Just kneel for one night, it’ll be fine.” “I’m doing all this for your own good. Didn’t you always want a child? Your child is gone, but Jasmine has one now. Maybe this is fate.” I trembled all over, finally unable to hold back and slapped Lucas across the face. If it weren’t for him, how could anything have happened to my child? Lucas’s expression turned cold as he looked down at me condescendingly. A chill rose in my heart. I instinctively sensed something was wrong and wanted to close and lock the door, but Lucas blocked it. “You care so much about that child? Why do you get so agitated whenever it’s mentioned?” “Anna, be more obedient and don’t make me angry. You’ve already put me in a very difficult position, but it’s okay. After all, I love you so much that I can overlook your affair. But if you keep being so willful, I’ll feed that bastard’s ashes to the dogs!” I stared at Lucas in disbelief, unable to believe that the man I had loved for so many years could become so unfamiliar, could say such things. “What evidence do you have that I had an affair? You’re the one who made the mistake first! Lucas, that was our child, how could you be so cruel…” Lucas neither confirmed nor denied, clearly not believing my words. I had no choice. That child had already been deprived of life. How could I bear to see him not rest in peace even after death? “Fine, I’ll go kneel.” I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at Lucas again. Choking back the taste of iron in my throat, I squeezed out a response. I wanted to pray for that child, hoping the Buddha would bless him. Next time, may he not be born into a family where his father doesn’t want him. “Also, Jasmine said she’s not comfortable sleeping in the guest room. For the baby’s sake, why don’t you switch rooms with her for a while?” Lucas didn’t care what my reaction was. He announced it like a notification and hurried away when he heard Jasmine say she was uncomfortable. Leaving me standing there, my heart shattered into pieces. From that night on, I had to kneel in front of the Buddha statue for two hours every night. Lucas’s mother found me an eyesore and had someone move the Buddha statue to a corner by the stairs next to the storage room. She even made me kneel when the servants were around. “Who knows if you’re sincere or not if no one’s watching?” I remained silent, praying sincerely for my child amidst the servants’ gossip. Meanwhile, Lucas, who said he loved me, appeared with Jasmine in places where I used to be. His little childhood sweetheart also became the “wife” in the mouths of company employees, the “sister-in-law” among Lucas’s friends, and the “true love” of Mr. Graham in media reports. Their love story was praised by everyone, their ten-year unwavering devotion admired. And I was naturally left behind, even becoming a topic of after-dinner gossip as the third wheel. I thought Lucas would take the opportunity to file for divorce, but even when I put the signed divorce papers in front of him, he remained unmoved. “You and Jasmine are in love and have a child together. Isn’t divorce the best choice for us?” I had already compromised this far. I didn’t understand what else Lucas wanted. I had already shattered my heart into pieces. I couldn’t give anything else. Lucas picked up the divorce papers, his eyes dark and unclear, his face covered with a layer of gloom. He tugged the corner of his lips into a smile, but without a trace of joy. “I’ve already forgiven your affair and am trying to find a way to permanently solve the problem. Yet you’re only thinking about leaving.” “What, are you in such a hurry to go find your lover? Are you that desperate?” Lucas had always been gentle and polite in front of me, never saying such crude and vulgar words. I thought I couldn’t be disappointed anymore, but Lucas always managed to surprise me. I endured the embarrassment, endured the nausea churning in my stomach. There was no point in arguing with someone who didn’t believe you at all. Once I got the signed divorce papers, I could take the earliest flight out tomorrow. “It’s none of your business.” “You accuse me of having an affair but can’t produce a shred of evidence. On the contrary, you’ve been sneaking around with Jasmine, and now you’re openly attending various events with her during our marriage. Who’s really having the affair?” I was prepared to see Lucas’s angry expression at being exposed, but I didn’t expect him to look so pleased. “Anna, you’re jealous of me.” “That’s good, but for us to be more stable in the future, I have to ask you to cooperate with me for a bit.” I frowned as I watched Lucas stand up, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs as he walked towards me. I instinctively backed away, feeling a strong sense of unease. Lucas saw through my intention to escape. He closed the distance in a few quick strides and grabbed my hand, pulling me out. I struggled desperately, pounding and clawing at his arm, but I couldn’t break free. The feeling of unease peaked when I saw the storage room. My face instantly turned pale. “Lucas, what are you doing? Let me go, let me go!” I clung desperately to the doorframe, my eyes full of fear of that dark, narrow room. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I couldn’t hear the sounds around me, only the rapid beating of my heart threatening to burst my eardrums. “Lucas, I don’t want to go in there. Please, Lucas, don’t do this…” My whole body shook uncontrollably, the air seemed to thin, and a sense of suffocation washed over me. My pleas couldn’t soften Lucas’s heart even a bit. He pushed me into hell without hesitation. As the door slowly closed, the last bit of light disappeared, and I fell into complete despair. I had been kidnapped as a child. The kidnappers locked us children in a small dark room, threatening to kill us if they didn’t receive the ransom by the deadline. The thin door couldn’t block out the sound of flesh being hacked and blood splattering. It was only a few hours, but it left me with a lifelong trauma. The first time I told Lucas about this experience, he was so heartbroken he cried. He kissed my face gently, which was pale despite my attempts to appear calm, and promised with absolute determination: “I will never let you be alone in the darkness.” But now he was the one pushing me into the abyss of despair with his own hands. I tried to curl up, tears streaming uncontrollably as I weakly knocked on the door. “Lucas, Lucas…” Save me, please save me… The buzzing of electricity sounded, and Lucas’s voice came through the device. “Anna, stop pretending. It’s just locking you up for a while. How can it be that painful? You should reflect on yourself.” My last lifeline cruelly snapped all my hope. I lost track of time, completely gripped by despair, on the verge of breakdown, unable to squeeze out a shred of rationality. Lucas, why do you say you love me, yet hurt me constantly… Biting my wrist in a daze, in my fuzzy consciousness, a voice urged me. Bite down, and you can leave this place. You’ll never be afraid again. Some liquid flowed down. Just before I passed out, the door was kicked open and someone rushed in to hold me. Lucas’s voice rang out, suppressing his anger. “You care more about my wife than I do, her lawful husband. How dare you still say you’re innocent?!” But the next second, Lucas’s expression changed when he saw me clearly, his face full of anxiety as he ran towards me. “The patient went into shock due to excessive blood loss. If she had been brought in any later, even God couldn’t have saved her.” I woke up to the doctor’s stern criticism, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Anna, you’re awake? How do you feel?” That voice… I turned my head in confusion, surprised to see Ryan there. Ryan looked relieved and explained, sensing my confusion. “You asked Emily to book you a flight. She was worried you had suffered some grievance, and since I happened to be on a business trip to the country, she asked me to check on you.” “It’s a good thing I came in time. That bastard Lucas…” Ryan couldn’t help but grit his teeth in anger at the mention of Lucas. Lucas and Jasmine were so high-profile, and Ryan had personally witnessed me being locked up and falling ill. Of course he would be angry. “Don’t tell Emily, or she’ll cry while cursing me for sure.” Ryan, Emily, and I had played together since we were kids, but I was the only one who got married early. If it weren’t for Lucas, I wouldn’t have left the familiar environment I grew up in to marry into a foreign country. I won’t forgive Lucas. The dull pain in my wrist kept calling out, and Lucas must pay for his mistakes. “Ryan, can you help me with something?” … When Lucas arrived, Ryan had already left. He sat down silently by the hospital bed, staring at my bandaged wrist with a complicated expression. This was self-inflicted when I was unclear-headed in the storage room. The wound was deep. Sensing an uneasy aura, I began to tremble involuntarily in my sleep due to weakness. Lucas was clearly startled. He wanted to come closer to check but froze when he saw me shaking even more violently. I furrowed my brows, as if having a nightmare, and woke up with tear stains at the corners of my eyes. Lucas’s entire demeanor turned cold again, looking at me without a trace of warmth. “The adulterer has been caught. What else do you have to say?” I remained silent for a moment, then looked up at Lucas with fragile sorrow in my eyes. “Ryan is just my friend. You’ve always known that, haven’t you?” “Besides, he came on a business trip. The person he likes isn’t me.” Lucas sneered, clearly not believing it. “Friend? Would just a friend rush over so anxiously after hearing you and I were divorcing? Do you really expect me to—” “He likes Jasmine.” Lucas was stunned, clearly not having considered this possibility. “Don’t you remember? When we confirmed our relationship abroad, Jasmine flew over overnight to congratulate you. Ryan liked her even back then, but Jasmine always had feelings for you… so he never said anything.” I sobbed lightly, my eyes full of dependence on him. My bandaged hand trembled as it clutched at the hem of his clothes. “Lucas, I was so scared then. No matter how I called for you, you didn’t respond. I thought I was really going to die…” Did Lucas love me? He did. He was silent at first, but seeing my tears flow more and more, he couldn’t help but hold my hand and embrace me, softening his voice to comfort me. “Anna, there are no more obstacles now. We can finally live peacefully like before.” But I found it pathetic. Lucas’s love was limited, unable to overcome his self-righteousness. Resting my head on Lucas’s shoulder, I flashed a challenging smile at Jasmine, who stood at the door of the hospital room with an ashen face. It doesn’t matter. I won’t care anymore, more or less. After being discharged from the hospital, I pretended not to know that Lucas had already signed the divorce papers and widely publicized it to lure out the so-called adulterer. I calmly returned to the Graham house. As soon as I opened the door, there was Jasmine with a face full of “I’m doing this for your own good.” “Lucas, Anna is no longer pure. You’ve seen it yourself. Why do you still want her to come back?” I saw Lucas’s hesitation and inwardly sneered. “Jasmine, Lucas did all this just to live a good life with me. Those things are in the past, he won’t hold them against me anymore.” I affectionately linked arms with Lucas, smiling happily. “Thank you for your hard work, Jasmine. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely treat the child well after it’s born.” “Lucas has always treated you like a real sister. We’ve both been worried about you being alone all these years. I have a friend abroad, if you’re willing, I can introduce you two?” Jasmine’s face changed, and she was about to make a sarcastic remark when Lucas nodded and interrupted her. “I know Anna’s friend too. He’s a talented young man, very suitable for you.” Jasmine was at a loss, forcing a smile through her anger. “Lucas, you know I’m just worried about you and Anna. In my previous dream, Anna passed away from that disease…” Jasmine’s voice got smaller and smaller, her expression becoming awkward, as if there was something difficult to say. Lucas frowned in displeasure, a flash of disgust in his eyes that didn’t escape my notice. I remained calm, thoroughly ignoring the malice coming my way. As the atmosphere grew tense, the doorbell suddenly rang. Soon after, the housekeeper came in carrying a beautifully wrapped bouquet of roses. “Someone sent flowers for Miss Chen. The card seems to be from a Mr. Lewis.” Assuming Ryan had started pursuing Jasmine, Lucas happily handed the flowers to her, then put his arm around me and went upstairs. After closing the bedroom door, I deliberately distanced myself from Lucas. “Lucas, when are we going to remarry?” Lucas, who was about to come closer, paused in his steps. “Anna, I’ve been too busy these past few days. Let’s not rush the remarriage. I still need to prepare a surprise for you.” Without waiting for my response, Lucas left on the pretext of having something to do. I knew he was concerned about what Jasmine had said. That’s fine. It also provided me with cover. Not long after Lucas left, Jasmine appeared in the room. “Anna, you’ve got the wrong room. Your room is in the guest room.” I ignored her pretense. Just thinking about her lying in this room before made me feel sick. I didn’t plan to stay here. As I brushed past her, Jasmine blocked my way. “Lucas won’t remarry you.” She snorted meaningfully, her tone full of certainty. There’s a corner staircase leading out of the master bedroom. After speaking, Jasmine deliberately stumbled down it. I stood on the stairs, coldly watching her self-directed play. “Anna, I really just wanted you to accept the baby. I didn’t mean anything else.” Jasmine was cruel to me, but even crueler to herself. She fell down hard, her face instantly turning pale, blood gradually seeping out from beneath her. Lucas rushed over to find Jasmine clutching her belly, looking helpless and panicked. He glared at me fiercely, his face gloomy. “You really did push Jasmine down the stairs because you don’t like this child!” “Lucas, she fell down on her own. She’s trying to frame me. Please believe me, okay?” I explained weakly, the hope in my eyes shattering under Lucas’s gaze that deemed me the culprit. “Anna Quinn, how dare a lying, disgusting thing like you.” Lucas picked up Jasmine and hurried downstairs to the hospital. I turned around with a heartbroken look, went to the guest room to pack my luggage, and left through the front door under the servants’ strange gazes. Unsurprisingly, Jasmine lost the baby. Lucas stayed with her at the hospital for several days, watching her lie pale and weak in bed, silently shedding tears. His heart ached terribly. “I just wanted Anna to spend more time with the baby and develop feelings for it. I never thought she would be so intolerant of the baby.” “Lucas, I really wasn’t lying. I dreamed she pushed me down the stairs, I dreamed she had an affair, and I dreamed she got that disease. She doesn’t deserve your love at all.” The veins on Lucas’s hands bulged as he gritted his teeth. “Jasmine, I’ll make her come to the hospital to kneel and apologize to you. She dared to deceive me. She must pay the price.” With that, Lucas took out his phone and dialed my number, but no one answered. He laughed angrily and dialed the home number. “Where is Anna Quinn? Not answering her phone, off to see which wild man again? Tell her to get to the hospital immediately!” On the other end was the stammering voice of a servant. “Sir, Madam said she was going to the temple on the mountain to pray for atonement. She left a letter for you and left.”

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  • Seven Years as His Replacement: The Truth About My Wife’s Love

    In the seventh year of my marriage to Lily, her wealthy first love returned from abroad. He had a face that was 70% similar to mine. At the class reunion, he cornered me in the bathroom and taunted: “Tell me, who does she think of every night, you or me?” I couldn’t help but throw a punch. But Lily yelled at me for his sake: “Why don’t you just die?” She didn’t know that I was indeed dying. At the class reunion, Lily’s first love had returned from abroad. Now successful and famous, he walked past old classmates amidst their flattery, stopping in front of Lily to say a simple “long time no see.” With just those words, Lily’s eyes instantly turned red. Classmates laughed and teased, “After all these years, Zack still only has eyes for Lily.” “If Lily had married Zack back then, she’d be Mrs. Jack now, instead of running that small company.” “I say it’s not too late for Lily to get a divorce now.” “…” Everyone was gossiping, with Zack and Lily at the center of attention. And I, as Lily’s husband, sat to the side, more like a piece of background scenery. I studied Zack. He had a face that was 70% similar to mine. In fact, I had always known that I was just a substitute Lily had found. I once vowed to use the rest of my life to make Lily truly fall in love with me, but— Now, I was dying.

    Feeling suffocated, I went out for some air. But at the bathroom door, I encountered Zack. He smiled contemptuously, “Thank you for taking care of Lily all these years.” “Now that I’m back, she doesn’t need you anymore.” A lump formed in my throat, causing pain throughout my body. I looked at him coldly, “The choice is Lily’s. At least for now, I’m her legal husband.” Zack’s cold laughter rang out. “Where does your confidence come from? Just that face that looks a bit like mine?” “Tell me, when she’s lying next to you at night, who is she thinking of, you or me?” Every word was particularly grating. I couldn’t hold back anymore and punched him hard in the face. However, a cry of surprise came from behind: “Zack!” Turning around, Lily had already run up. She helped Zack up, glaring at me with red eyes. In seven years of marriage, she had never been this angry. “Ethan Summers, are you crazy?” “What right do you have to hit someone?” Their classmates also came forward to help Zack, looking at me with hostility. “Lily, your husband is really something. Even if he’s jealous, he can’t just hit people!” “Yeah, he’s so lacking in self-awareness. If it were me, I’d pack up and leave as soon as the real deal came back.” Amidst the chatter, Lily looked at me coldly, “You’ve really disappointed me.” My chest seemed to hurt even more. Suddenly, I tasted blood in my throat, but I managed to hold it back. I turned and left. On the steps outside the hotel, I slowly took out the medical report from my pocket. Ethan Summers, male, late-stage stomach cancer. The sunlight shining on that thin piece of paper was a bit dazzling. I couldn’t hold it back anymore and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

    Seven years ago, Lily approached me, using the excuse of avoiding her family’s pressure to marry, saying she wanted to live together as partners. At that time, it was my third year of secretly loving Lily. So I agreed without hesitation. For seven years after marriage, we lived together respectfully, and later even developed feelings. I held that piece of ice in my palm for seven years, watching as the fortress she had firmly built slowly crumbled. To the extent that, later on, I even believed she had fallen in love with me. Now it seems. I was just deluding myself. Without realizing it, I fell asleep curled up on the sofa. When I woke up, it was to the sound of the door closing. When Lily came in, the wall clock was just pointing to 3 AM. Seeing me awake, she paused, then took off her coat and hung it in the closet. That coat looked a bit familiar. In the afternoon, it had been on Zack’s body. Lily walked to the sofa, half-squatting to hold my hand, “Still angry?” I didn’t say anything, just pulled my hand away and pushed the prepared divorce agreement in front of her. “This is the divorce agreement. Take a look.”

    Lily was stunned for two seconds, then her face showed the anger of having her intentions exposed. “Ethan Summers, what do you mean by this?” “Nothing happened between us, we just met up with old classmates today.” “Can you stop being so unreasonable like a woman?” She asked three questions in a row, getting more and more agitated. The anger I had been suppressing all day finally burst out at this moment. “What about you?” “Lily, in these seven years of marriage, have I been a husband to you or just a substitute?” “When you kiss me, are you thinking of me or Zack?” I didn’t want to argue with her. But the knife-like pain in my stomach made me unable to hold back this question. Lily was instantly silenced. After a while, she got up and walked towards the door. “Ethan Summers, are you going to be this childish until you die?” Throwing down these words, she slammed the door and left. But I was stunned. Yeah. I’m about to die, and I’m still this childish.

    Lily hasn’t been home for two days. I called her three times, wanting to urge her about the divorce. The first two times she hung up, and the last time she simply turned off her phone. I remembered that a few years ago, she had pulled me into her classmates’ Facebook group. I opened the computer and logged into the account I hadn’t used in a long time. It was still there. Someone in the group had posted some photos of a private gathering of classmates. I saw Lily in the photos, as well as Zack. She seemed to have been drinking and was passed out in his arms. I looked at every photo, then calmly tagged Lily in the group. “Come home, let’s sign the divorce papers.” She responded to me quickly. “What are you going crazy about now?” Soon after, I received a message notification: “You have been removed from the group chat.” Lily’s phone was still unreachable. But someone rang the doorbell. I pressed on my aching abdomen and went to open the door. “Mom? Why are you here?” Outside the door, my mother-in-law was carrying bags full of things, smiling tiredly, “You’ve been saying your stomach wasn’t feeling well lately, right? Mom got some herbal medicine from a traditional doctor. Remember to drink it.” “I heard this traditional doctor is very good at treating stomach problems.” Several bags were placed on the ground, filled with medicinal soup and dishes we liked. My nose suddenly stung. This old lady who had rushed over from dozens of miles away with bags and packages still didn’t know— No matter how good the doctor was, they probably couldn’t cure my body now.

    After some hesitation, I still brought up the matter of divorce with her. “Mom, I’ve thought about it for a long time and decided to divorce Lily.” With a dull thud, the teacup in her hand fell to the ground. Shattered. Hot water splashed everywhere. I hurriedly went to help her up, but she grabbed me instead, “Ethan, did you two have a fight?” “If she did something wrong, tell Mom, I…” “No,” I interrupted her, “It’s my fault, we’re having some problems with our relationship.” I didn’t intend to expose her daughter’s misdeeds in front of my mother-in-law. For seven years of marriage, my in-laws had always treated me like their own son. Whatever Lily did wrong had nothing to do with them. Suddenly, there was the sound of a key in the door outside. Lily was back. “Ethan Summers, isn’t it enough that you’re making a scene at home? Do you have to make it public too?” Lily’s voice suddenly stopped when she saw her mother. However, my mother-in-law had already seen Zack behind her. Zack didn’t seem flustered, instead he took the initiative to come over, “Auntie, I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Zack Jack.” “Before I went abroad, I even had a meal with you.” My mother-in-law remained silent with a cold face. The atmosphere was awkward. Lily came forward to smooth things over, but was grabbed by her mother, “Lily, let me ask you, are you divorcing Ethan for him?” Lily’s face cTomed, “Mom, don’t get involved in this.” “Whether we divorce or not is between me and Ethan, we…” “Slap—” A slap interrupted Lily’s words. “Foolish girl!” My mother-in-law pointed at Zack, her hand shaking with anger, “Do you think he truly loves you? If he loved you, he wouldn’t have left you to go abroad in the first place!” Lily was also angered by that slap. The mother and daughter argued fiercely. Until I noticed my mother-in-law’s face didn’t look right. “Stop arguing!” I went forward to support her, “Mom, are you okay?” “Mom…”

    My mother-in-law was hospitalized for a heart attack, fortunately it wasn’t serious. In the hospital room. Lily and I sat by the bed, my mother-in-law tightly holding my hand, tears streaming down her face. “Ethan, Lily is being foolish. This child has always been stubborn since she was little. Give her some more time, she’ll come to her senses.” I didn’t say anything. The old lady’s voice choked up as she gently patted the back of my hand, “All these years, we’ve always treated you like our own son. We only recognize you as our son-in-law.” “Mom’s health won’t last for another two years. If you two divorce, Mom…” “Mom won’t be able to close her eyes even on her deathbed.” I felt a lump in my throat. Unable to bear seeing the old lady crying and begging, I took a deep breath and said okay. Only then did my mother-in-law feel at ease. … In the corridor. I clutched my aching stomach and looked at Lily, “Find a day to get the divorce certificate.” Lily was stunned, “Didn’t you just say…” “I was lying to the old lady.” The more my stomach hurt, the calmer my expression became, “I don’t want the old folks to worry about our affairs.” “I’ll send you the divorce agreement when it’s ready.” “I don’t agree!” Lily frowned, “Ethan Summers, can you stop this nonsense? Zack and I are just classmates. He just came back, and our classmates have been organizing gatherings every day.” “Besides, we agreed to live together as partners from the beginning. Whether Zack is back or not doesn’t affect our marriage.” I found it laughable. Just as I was about to speak, I saw Lily’s expression cTome. Turning around. I saw Zack walking over with gifts. Lily, who had just been adamantly refusing divorce, suddenly fell silent. The pain in my body was almost unbearable. No longer having the strength to argue with them, I gave Lily a look, “I’ll send you the divorce agreement when it’s ready.” With that, I turned and left. And this time, Lily didn’t refuse. Next to Zack, she chose to remain silent.

    At midnight. In the dark office. Lily fumbled around in the dark, searching through the desk drawers, almost turning over every drawer. While I sat quietly on the small sofa in the corner, watching her. Recently, the company was participating in a very important bid. And Zack, having just returned to the country and eager to establish business connections, was likely to have his eye on this bid. Lily still came. She came to steal our company’s bid documents for Zack. Seven years of marriage, all affection, completely destroyed in this moment. In the darkness, I held the bid documents and spoke softly— “Are you looking for this?” “Ah!” Lily screamed, seemingly almost collapsing from fright. When the lights came on, I saw her face clearly. Her expression was terrified, her eyes darting around nervously. “Ethan…” She came to her senses, calling my name with obvious lack of confidence. Soon. Zack’s figure appeared at the office door. Obviously, he had seen the lights come on in the office from downstairs. “Lily,” I looked at her calmly, “If you hadn’t tried to steal these bid documents, I would have still tried to leave us both with some dignity.” Lily bit her lower lip, “Zack just came back, this bid is very important to him…” “Isn’t it important to my company too?” Lily was at a loss for words. She knew better than anyone that this bid was also very important for the company. But she still chose to help Zack. As the atmosphere grew tense, Zack shielded Lily behind him, “I asked her to get it, what’s wrong with that?” “Half of this company belongs to Lily, why can’t she take it?” Under the fluorescent lights, he looked me up and down, his laughter contemptuous. “Ethan Summers, as long as I’m back in the country, this bid will definitely be mine.” “So will Lily.” Knowing he was trying to provoke me, but with the pent-up anger in my chest surging, I still threw a punch at him. “Go to hell!” Zack and I started fighting. Lily cried out and tried to separate us. “Ethan Summers, can’t you stop making trouble?” “Slap—” In the chaos, she raised her hand and slapped me. It didn’t hurt, but it was loud. Lily looked at me in shock, her hand still in the position from just now, trembling slightly. “I didn’t mean to…” My stomach was hurting badly. I suddenly felt more exhausted than ever before. Struggling to pick up the bid documents from the ground, as I stood up, I suddenly started coughing heavily. I covered my mouth with my hand, only to find I had coughed up some blood. But Lily didn’t notice my weakness. She was still trying to persuade me, “Ethan Summers, this bid is really important to Zack. Please, I’m begging you, okay?” I didn’t want to talk to her anymore. I turned around with the bid documents and slowly walked out of the office. I had given up on Lily. But this bid, I couldn’t. 9

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  • We Fulfill My Brother’s Love

    My elder brother, Roman White, fell in love with a poor student in his class. He thought she was inspiring, kind, and wonderful. My parents, Eric White and Sharon Wilson, after failing to persuade him, could only try to send him abroad to study. Roman chose to run away from home. My parents and I had a car accident on the way to look for him. I was reborn. This time, before I could persuade Eric and Sharon, they directly agreed to Roman’s marriage with that girl and kicked him out of the house. “Dad, Mom, Laura and I are truly in love,” Roman held Laura Cox’s hand and sat opposite us. They looked at each other affectionately, while Eric and Sharon looked very calm. I thought it was a bit strange. In my previous life, when Roman brought Laura to our house, we had a big quarrel. He insisted that she was the most inspiring, kind, and wonderful girl he had ever known. Although her family was poor and her academic performance was not good, she could give him warmth. He even found photos to show us the soup she made for him. Just because she made soup for him, Roman was so touched. Eric was so angry that his high blood pressure flared up, and Sharon even slapped Roman. My parents and I took turns to persuade Roman, but he was still stubborn and insisted on choosing Laura, believing that Laura was the love of his life. In the end, in order not to study abroad, he chose to run away from home. And the three of us died in a car accident on the way to find him. When I was in a hazy state of consciousness, I could still hear Sharon whispering Roman’s name. When I got the chance to be reborn, my first thought was to leave him alone. Now I didn’t care what he wanted to do. “Roman, you’re already grown up. Since you’ve chosen to be with Laura, we respect your choice.” Eric looked indifferent, but he held Sharon’s hand tightly. I didn’t expect that they had the same thought as me. I thought, “Could it be that they were reborn too?” Roman didn’t expect that the matter was resolved so smoothly and hadn’t reacted yet. Laura stood up excitedly and bowed to us. “Uncle, Auntie, Roman, and I will be happy.” Although Laura was a poor student, she had a decent appearance and looked pitiful. Moreover, since all the clothes she was wearing today were bought for her by Roman, her inspiring, kind, and wonderful qualities didn’t show up. Roman came to his senses, his eyes were red, and he choked up, saying, “Dad, Mom, thank you. Laura and I will take care of you in the future!” “You are welcome. We don’t need you to take care of us. You’re grown up, and this is your own choice.” Although Eric felt a bit reluctant, he was firm. “We agree to your marriage. Now you can leave.” Roman was stunned. “Dad, this is my home. Where do you want us to go?” Hearing this, I just felt it was ironic. He didn’t say that when he ran away from home in my previous life. At that time, he said that Eric was a tyrant and a control freak, and this place was not his home at all, but a shackle on him. “I respect your choice, but I don’t approve of it. So don’t come back here in the future.”

    Before Roman could react, he was kicked out by Eric. I closed the door and turned around to see Eric and Sharon behind me in tears. No one knew how we felt after the car accident in the previous life. We encouraged each other and waited for the rescue workers to arrive. Eric was the most seriously injured. To protect me and Sharon, he didn’t instinctively turn the steering wheel to the left. Instead, he turned it to the right, causing the truck to hit the driver’s seat directly. He bled a lot. But at that time, he comforted me and said, “Megan, don’t be afraid. We’re all here.” When the rescue workers arrived, we all hoped that they would rescue the other two people first. But we were all too seriously injured, and finally, we died on that day. “Dad, Mom, is this real?” Sharon smiled gently and pulled me into her warm embrace. Eric hugged us tightly and shed tears. “Megan, don’t be afraid. We’re all here.” Roman and I were fraternal twins, and we grew up together. As fraternal twins, I always thought that I knew him the best. I knew his ambition and aspiration, I understood his sense of responsibility, I was familiar with his words and deeds, and I even knew his naivety and childishness sometimes. According to the original plan, after he graduated, he was going to manage the company with our father, and I could choose my hobby. Roman was smart since he was a child and had a talent for business. When he went to university, he decisively chose the business school. Eric said, “Roman, although I hope that you can take over my position, I respect your decision. You can choose the major you like.” Roman smiled and said firmly, “This is my hobby.” I was used to following him since I was a child, so I also chose the same major as him. Although our family was rich, we didn’t like to show off. Our life was not luxurious, and we had no pursuit of luxury goods. No one except my close friends knew that our family was wealthy. Originally, we would all go on as planned at the beginning, but in our sophomore year, he met a poor student, Laura. She was from the School of Foreign Languages but transferred to our class. “Hello, everyone. My name is Laura. I’m glad to meet you all.” She was thin and nervous, wearing clean but simple clothes, and her eyes were attractive. Roman was the monitor and also the president of the student union. As a poor student, Laura’s various application materials for the scholarship were all sorted out by Roman with her. “Brother, you’ve been helping Laura sort out the materials every day. You haven’t had a meal with me for a long time,” I complained discontentedly, leaning on Roman’s shoulder and feeling angry.

    He said, “This is my job. And Laura is so pitiful. Her mother abandoned her when she was a child, and her father is an alcoholic all day long. If she didn’t have the scholarship, she couldn’t live.” I was just acting coquettish and wouldn’t be angry because of that. I even gave Laura brand-new clothes from my wardrobe. He asked, “Megan, do you really not want these clothes anymore?” I nodded and explained, “I haven’t worn these clothes before. But I’ve gained some weight recently and can’t fit into them. If you don’t mind, just do me a favor,” I looked at the unchanged number of my weight and sighed. Laura restrained the smile on her face and took the clothes. “Thank you, Megan.” The next day, Laura put on the new clothes I gave her. Sure enough, Laura looked more energetic in the new clothes. “Laura, this dress is nice. It’s not cheap, is it?” The classmates all gathered around her, touching her clothes and admiring them. Although I didn’t pursue luxury goods, I had high requirements for the texture of clothes. Laura said shyly, “It’s not expensive. Doesn’t it look nice?” “It looks great. Just by looking at it, you can tell it’s not cheap. Is this cashmere?” “Yes, I bought it with the money I earned from working part-time.” When I heard her say this, I was a bit surprised. The classmates around her were knowledgeable and curious. They immediately took out their phones and searched for this dress. “Goodness! This dress costs 8899 dollars?” Hearing the price, Laura was stunned, and the smile on her face froze. “Laura, aren’t you a poor student? Why can you afford such an expensive dress?” I, sitting behind the pillar, sighed. I wanted to stand up and tell the truth, but I was afraid of hurting her self-esteem. Just when the atmosphere was getting awkward, Roman said, “There are so many knockoff clothes nowadays. The one she’s wearing should not be the real one, right?” He saved Laura from the awkward situation. The look of admiration in her eyes for him couldn’t be hidden, and she even subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes. “Roman, is there a knockoff of such a niche dress?” “Yeah, she suddenly has so many new clothes. Is she squandering the scholarship?” The undisguised contemptuous looks of the classmates hurt Laura’s self-esteem. “I’m not. I didn’t…” Laura stood there crying, and Roman handed her a tissue. “How can you say that without evidence?” The weak always arouse people’s desire to protect, so I didn’t find it strange that he protected her like that.

    When I found that Laura often sat next to Roman, I didn’t think it was strange. I thought it was just a normal friendship. I thought the small gifts she gave him from time to time must be to thank him for standing up for her in the cafeteria. After all, Roman had never been in a relationship since he was a child and had no interest in women at all. I had secretly looked at his computer before to see if he was interested in women, but I found nothing. Over the years, the number of girls he had rejected was a lot. Therefore, I thought he couldn’t possibly fall for Laura. When I saw them holding hands and smiling sweetly, I was so shocked that I fell down the stairs. Although the stairs were not high, my ankle was still sprained. Roman carried me to the infirmary, with Laura following behind. He said, “How could you even fall when you’re just walking?” “I didn’t mean to!” I replied discontentedly but frowned as I looked at Laura behind him. The sprain wasn’t serious, but he was worried. He took a few days off for me and took me home. If Roman and I had always been very low-key, then Sharon’s temperament was that of a standard rich lady. Although she was already in her forties, she took good care of herself. Her skin was smooth, her eyes were beautiful, and her pearl necklace made her shine. Moreover, she had a luxury car with a driver and did not look like she was from an ordinary family. Sharon’s appearance confirmed the fact that Roman and I were children of the wealthy. Even though Laura concealed it well, I still saw her excited smile. “Is that Roman’s girlfriend?” Sharon frowned and asked me as soon as she closed the car door. I said, “They often hold hands on campus.” “That girl is not good,” Sharon said with certainty. The last time she said so firmly that someone was not good was last year. She could tell at a glance that the new assistant in the company had bad intentions and wanted to seduce Eric. In the end, that assistant was fired by him. I said, “But Roman likes her. Besides, this is probably his first girlfriend.” Sharon said helplessly, “We’ve just protected you two too well. The girl’s motive is not pure. Roman has been single for so long and can’t resist the temptation of such a girl at all.” I shook my head, not understanding. Although Roman had been single for many years, many girls confessed to him. I didn’t think he would fall in love with Laura. She said, “Do you think you understand love just because you’ve watched a lot of dramas? Many men like weak women.” Although Sharon had never had a job, she had been studying all these years and obtained a PhD in psychology.

    She said, “Especially girls like this. Although they are weak, they are very nice to him, and even worship him, making him think that he is amazing and that he is her support. Excessive sympathy is scary. Roman is just an ordinary person. It’s normal for him to fall in love, but he needs to discover the problems behind it.” Later, I felt Roman’s overflowing sympathy. Laura bought him breakfast every day. She would cry when she encountered problems she couldn’t solve, and she used the money she earned from working part-time to buy Roman a pen. I watched Roman slowly fall and spend all his money. Laura’s clothes became more and more expensive and turned into various famous brands. But her thin body didn’t look good in these clothes at all. Money couldn’t solve all the troubles but most of them. Now she was smiling as if she had no troubles. “Megan, Roman said he’s going to participate in the college basketball game today and asked me to accompany you to the infirmary.” The perfume smell on her was faint, but it still smelled bad. I said, “Forget it. You’re thinner than me. You can’t support me.” She said, “We’re all family. I should help you.” I said, “Family? You and my brother aren’t married yet, are you?” I was dissatisfied with Laura’s tone. She and Roman were just dating but already wanted to be my sister-in-law. I sat on the chair and didn’t move. She didn’t say a word, turned around, and ran out. When I was sleeping, I was woken up by the ringtone of my phone. I said, “Brother, what…” “Megan! Why did you scold Laura?” I was confused. I was already angry enough to be woken up while sleeping and didn’t expect to be blamed. I said, “When did I scold her? How did I do that?” I took a deep breath, wishing I could confront him right away. “Roman, don’t get angry at Megan. She might have said something without thinking because she was in a bad mood.” Laura sobbed on the phone and even smeared me on purpose. Roman said, “Laura, Megan is spoiled. She shouldn’t have hurt you.” I didn’t want to argue with him anymore, feeling disgusted. I said, “Roman, since you don’t believe me, don’t contact me anymore.” I directly blocked his contact information and went back to sleep. But I couldn’t fall asleep at all. I was too aggrieved to calm down. I turned on my phone and surfed the Internet, and I actually found the evaluation of Laura by our schoolmates. The post was from half a year ago, but there were a lot of people discussing it. [Do you know that poor student in our college?] [You mean Laura? She loves to pretend to be pitiful.]

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  • Betrayed by Love, Embraced by Destiny

    Mia Lawrence became a household name after starring in a script I wrote. We had been together for three years. Zoe Sanders, Parker’s assistant, posted on Instagram while playing with our engagement ring. Parker’s voice could be heard in the background, sounding affectionate. “Zoe, stop playing around. You’re hungry, and it breaks my heart.” Parker’s manager commented below: “Are you two not hiding it anymore?” So, the office dinner was actually a sweet date for the two of them. Later, Parker caught me kissing his arch-nemesis, both of us half-naked and reluctant to part. Parker’s eyes turned blood-red as he demanded, “What are you doing?” I was scrolling through my phone on the couch when a news notification popped up: “Popular actor Parker Sullivan spotted holding hands with a woman late at night. When discovered by paparazzi, he lashed out at them.” I opened the full-size image. Under the streetlight, Parker was holding Zoe Sanders’ hand. Zoe was looking at Parker with stars in her eyes. The comments were flooding in rapidly. “OMG, big star x little assistant, I ship it so hard!” “Parker Sullivan’s emotions seem really unstable. He’s yelled at paparazzi twice this month.” “Don’t the paparazzi deserve to be yelled at? Celebrities have private lives too, you know?” I met Parker on a film set. I was the head writer, and he was a newcomer auditioning for a role. Parker’s acting was impressive. Against everyone’s advice, I replaced the studio-backed second male lead with him. When Parker found out, he came to thank me. With his curly hair and handsome, cool demeanor, he looked exactly like the male lead I had envisioned for my new script. This was my first time writing a romance, and I was struggling to find inspiration. Looking at Parker, I blurted out, “Parker, do you have a girlfriend?” Parker coughed awkwardly and glanced away, “No, I don’t.” I asked him seriously, “Then would you like to date me?” Parker’s ears turned red as he pressed his lips together and said, “Let’s give it a try.” That “try” lasted three years. At first, I thought Parker didn’t have deep feelings for me and was just dating me to star in my scripts. Two years ago, I went to a small town in the south to find inspiration for a new script. Unexpectedly, I got caught in a major flood and was stranded in a remote bed and breakfast. There was no signal, and I was far from any populated areas. Parker, ignoring everyone’s warnings, paddled a canoe by himself to find me. When we finally reached safety, he held me tightly, shaking and thanking every god he could think of. After he calmed down, Parker said in a hoarse voice, “Mia, I was so scared. The news said there was a flood here, and I couldn’t contact you. I was terrified of losing you.” Since then, Parker would accompany me whenever I went out to write, even if it meant canceling all his other engagements. Last month, on our third anniversary, I told Parker the time and place I had planned for my research trip. Parker hesitated for a while, looking conflicted, “Mia, I have a work commitment that day that I can’t reschedule. Can you go by yourself this time? I promise I’ll go with you next time.” Knowing that Parker had just been promoted to B-list and needed the exposure, I nodded understandingly. Parker’s tone was full of regret, “Mia, I promise, this is the last time.” Afraid that Parker would worry, I constantly sent him photos during my trip. Parker replied promptly to every photo I sent. When I blew out the candles on our anniversary cake alone, my wish was for Parker and me to remain as sweet as we were in the beginning. That night, I saw photos of Parker and Zoe on her social media. It turned out that Parker had refused to come with me because he was attending her graduation ceremony. Zoe was holding onto Parker’s arm, Parker was smiling freely, and Zoe was beaming sweetly. They looked exactly like a loving couple. I tried to tell myself they were just friends. But the intimacy in their photos and my uncontrollably shaking hands betrayed my true thoughts.

    As I was scrolling through the comments, Parker came home, storming in with a dark face and marching up to me. “Mia, did you see what those reporters posted? Don’t pay attention to them, they’re always talking nonsense.” I sat up and smiled at him, “Next time, be nicer to the reporters. Otherwise, they’ll be even more eager to follow you around.” Parker frustratedly ran his hand through his hair and scoffed, “It’s so annoying! There’s nothing between Zoe and me. She just lost her balance, and I helped steady her.” Then, a smile appeared on his face, “That little girl is always so clumsy. She’s only five years younger than you, but she doesn’t have an ounce of your maturity.” I nodded and smiled, not feeling like responding. Parker looked at me suspiciously, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” Parker had been talking about Zoe non-stop lately, and I was tired of hearing it. I suddenly asked, “Where’s your ring?” Parker didn’t react at first, then furrowed his brow and thought for a moment before saying, “The ring didn’t match my outfit today, so I left it at the office.” I nodded, pretending to believe him. Parker thought I didn’t have Zoe’s contact information, so he lied to me without hesitation. What he didn’t know was that Zoe had found an excuse to add me on social media the first time we met. Seeing how innocent she seemed as she was just starting her career, I didn’t refuse. Parker, still uncertain, said, “I’m going to take a shower. We had a office dinner today, and Zoe insisted on having hot pot. Now I smell like it.” Parker only liked light flavors and avoided all strongly flavored foods. I loved hot pot and often asked him to try new hot pot places with me, but he always refused. I never thought he’d make an exception for Zoe so easily. I nodded indifferently.

    Zoe was a new intern assistant who had joined Parker’s studio two months ago. She had a pure and sweet appearance. During her interview, she claimed to be Parker’s high school junior and also his fan. I advised Parker not to get too close to fans. Parker impatiently retorted, “You make the decisions for your scripts, insisting on casting James Hudson as the male lead. I make the decisions for my studio.” Before I could speak again, he continued. The male lead in my new script was completely different from Parker’s personality, so I chose the A-list actor James Hudson. Parker was still resentful about this and often used it to argue and sulk with me. Zoe, with teary eyes like a little white rabbit, timidly pleaded, “Senior, I’ll work hard, please give me a chance. I’m young, I don’t want to go to jail.” Parker glanced at me and said to her meaningfully, “You’re hired.” I didn’t say anything more, just silently sighed in my heart. My best friend Natalie Quinn called me, her tone full of anger, “Mia, I saw the trending news. What’s Parker thinking? Holding hands with another girl and making such a big scene.” I laughed nonchalantly, “I’m planning to break up with him and move back to Harbor City to develop my career.” I had moved to Capital City with Parker for his career. Now that he didn’t need me anymore, I wanted to go home. Natalie exclaimed happily, “If you come back, I’ll have a companion again! You don’t know how I’ve survived these three years!” I laughed and patiently explained, “In a few days, I need to attend the opening ceremony for the new movie. You know how important this film is to me.” Natalie laughed loudly, “I know, I know, it’s your transformative work, right?” After chatting for a while, we hung up. Parker came out toweling his hair and asked, “I thought I heard you mention Harbor City earlier? Hasn’t your career all moved to Capital City?” I calmly replied, “I was just talking to Natalie about the past.” Parker nodded and didn’t ask further. He yawned tiredly and said, “Mia, let’s go to bed. I have an event tomorrow and need to get up early.” I said softly, “I’ll sleep in the guest room. You rest well.” Parker’s hand stopped in mid-air as he was drying his hair, frozen in place. I ignored him and went to the guest room, closing the door behind me.

    Since I had decided to return to Harbor City, I started handling things here first thing in the morning. The house we lived in was Parker’s first property purchase. I still remember him hugging me in this place when it was still just a shell, looking at me expectantly and saying, “Mia, when I save up a bit more money, let’s get married, okay?” I hugged him back, smiling with pure happiness. Now Parker owned many properties but had never proposed to me. Looking at each object now, each with its unique memory, my eyes stung, but I couldn’t shed a single tear. As I was packing things, Parker came back in a hurry, his face dark as he strode up to me. “Mia, did you see what those reporters posted? Don’t pay attention to them, they’re always talking nonsense.” I didn’t look up and continued packing, “I forgot, it’s been about two months.” Parker’s expression became panicked as he explained, “Don’t mind what Zoe posts. She’s just young and innocently admires me, there’s nothing else to it.” Parker always used this excuse to placate me. If I was older, I should be more understanding; otherwise, I was being immature. I nodded indifferently and continued packing. Seeing my apparent lack of concern, Parker grabbed my arm, forcing me to look at him. “I was wrong to lie to you about the ring yesterday. Zoe really liked the style of our rings, so I just let her wear it for a bit. You won’t hold it against her, right?” I calmly said, “I won’t hold it against her. I’m older than her, I’ll be understanding.” Parker seemed to remember something else and lowered his stance to continue explaining, “She begged me to go to her graduation ceremony, saying her family was out of town and she envied her classmates who had someone to accompany them. I was wrong not to tell you the truth, please forgive me, okay?” I found him ridiculous and casually agreed, “Okay, I forgive you.” Parker finally relaxed, a smile appearing on his face, “The day after tomorrow is your birthday. I’ve booked your favorite restaurant.” I nodded slightly. Parker, finally at ease, said he still had work to do and hurriedly left.

    I shipped most of my luggage to my house in Harbor City, then contacted a friend at a car dealership to sell this car. As I was driving, my mind was still on Parker’s anxious explanations earlier, and I was a bit distracted. Suddenly, an electric bike darted out from a small alley. I couldn’t avoid it in time and crashed into the roadside barrier. My heart was pounding, and my throat felt tight, but fortunately, the other person wasn’t injured. I rarely drove myself and this was my first time encountering such a situation. After immediately calling the police, I dialed Parker’s number. As soon as the call connected, I started explaining what had just happened, my voice choked with tears. But Zoe’s sweet voice came through, “Sister Mia, Parker is still working. I’ll tell him when he’s done. ” Before I could say anything, the call was hung up. The police arrived quickly and investigated the scene. After questioning me and the electric bike rider, they quickly determined the accident responsibility. The insurance company contacted me, saying they needed the real-time video from the dashcam at the time. I went home and started checking the card on my computer. When adjusting the time, there was an error, and last week’s recording appeared. Parker had parked the car in our community parking lot and was reaching for something in the back seat when Zoe suddenly leaned in and kissed his face. Parker dodged a bit, instinctively looking around, and Zoe pouted coquettishly. “What are you dodging for? Mia Lawrence is out of town on a business trip, she’s not here.” Parker’s expression was helpless as he said, “Zoe, I only see you as a little sister.” Zoe’s eyes reddened, and she was about to cry. Parker immediately changed his tone, coaxing her gently, “Okay, okay, I shouldn’t have been harsh. I was wrong.” Zoe broke into a smile, reaching out to wrap her arms around Parker’s neck and kissing him on the mouth. Parker didn’t know that my dashcam had a two-way camera. His expression changed from calm to passionate, his hands instinctively and skillfully caressing Zoe’s body, reaching to the back seat to grab the condom he hadn’t taken out earlier. The computer froze on this scene, and I didn’t want to watch any further. I remembered when I came back from my business trip, Parker had boasted to me, “Mia, I know you like things clean. While you were away, I had someone clean the house and your car.” I had always thought Parker was only emotionally unfaithful, but I never imagined he had already physically cheated. Parker would drive my car for his private engagements to avoid paparazzi following him. The pain in my chest was unbearably sharp. I pressed hard against my heart, bending over and gasping for air. The tears that hadn’t fallen while packing now flowed uncontrollably. The door lock clicked, and Parker came back carrying a bouquet of flowers. As he took off his shoes and jacket, he said, “Mia, I’m back. I specially went out of my way to buy you your favorite blue roses.” Blue roses were my favorite flowers, symbolizing the impossible, precious, and rare. Now it seemed that Parker’s true love was the impossible thing for me. I didn’t respond, just staring straight at the screen. Parker’s gaze passed over me and fell on the computer screen, freezing in place. Parker’s face turned pale, and he rushed over in a panic, slamming the laptop shut. He knelt beside my feet, desperately trying to explain, “Mia, I lost my head for a moment. I was wrong. Can you give me another chance? I’ll fire Zoe tomorrow, no, I’ll fire her right now!”

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  • Final Boarding Call

    My wife, Gigi Chapman, worked as a flight attendant. It all started when I boarded a flight she was working on. I was minding my own business when I heard unmistakable noises coming from the lavatory. Before I could even process what was happening, Gigi stepped out, followed by some foreign guy. That was when I stumbled upon the airline’s dirty little secret. Gigi was a stunner as a flight attendant. She was nearly five-foot-seven, with a figure that was just about perfect. I mean, she could turn heads in an instant. We’d known each other for five years, married for three, but we’d barely spent any real time together. Gigi loved the freedom of flying, so after we tied the knot, I gave her all the space she wanted. Our only real couple time was on weekends when we were both off. That day, the company sprung it on me that I had to go overseas to check out a project. Then, by coincidence, I ended up on Gigi’s flight. To cut costs, they only got me an economy seat, but I managed to upgrade on my own. After that, I slapped on a hat and a mask right after security, all geared up to give Gigi a surprise. Once I boarded the plane, I spotted Gigi right away. Even among all those other flight attendants, she stood out like a sore thumb, looking as gorgeous as ever. With her leading the way, I settled into my seat, but oddly enough, first class was practically empty, just me and three other guys, all foreigners, each with an iced Americano in front of them. “Sir, what can I get you to drink?” “An iced Americano, please.” I tried to keep my voice down on purpose. But for some reason, I could practically see Gigi’s mood lift right before my eyes. “I’ll be right with you.” There were three flight attendants in first class. Besides Gigi, there were two other stunning women. I’d just slipped into my slippers when one of the girls, Monica Geller, Gigi’s colleague, took a tumble and landed right in my arms. I caught her instinctively, then helped her up. “You okay there?” “Thanks, sir. I was so clumsy. Need anything else?” “Nah, I’m good. Thanks.” My attention snapped back to Gigi, who was swaying toward me with my drink, but there was a flash of anger in her eyes. I thought, “Oh, crap. Did she recognize me?” Then, I realized she wasn’t making a beeline for me. Instead, she told Monica, “Monica, watch your step next time. You mess up again and make a passenger unhappy, I’ll bust you down to economy.” “I’m sorry, Ms. Chapman. It won’t happen again.” Since when did Gigi have that kind of authority? I was gobsmacked, having no idea she was the chief flight attendant. “You’d better hope this gentleman forgives you.” As Gigi spoke, she swung her gaze my way and handed the iced Americano to Monica. Monica crouched down a bit, her cheeks turning beet red, her eyes darting around, and handed me the drink with both hands. “Mr. Lewis, would you be kind enough to forgive me?” “Sure, don’t sweat it.” I took a swig of the iced Americano. Then, I shut my eyes, pretending to rest before I blew my cover. Monica let out a sigh of relief and tagged along with Gigi as they left. It wasn’t until the plane took off that I cottoned on to what that cup of iced Americano was all about.

    “This flight’s gonna be a ten-hour haul, and we’ll touchdown at eight tonight.” The moment Gigi said that, two of the foreigners hopped to their feet. Another flight attendant swooped in and said with practiced ease, “Gentlemen, the lavatory is right this way.” Half an hour later, the third guy, Dominic Monaghan, also got up. This time, it was Gigi who greeted him. “Right this way, Mr. Monaghan.” I had a sneaking suspicion something was off, thinking, “Everyone’s gotta pee at the same time? But there are only two lavatories up front. What is this, a magic airplane?” Another ten minutes or so passed, and not a single one of them came back. I was even more flummoxed. Were they all having tummy troubles the second they boarded the plane? Just then, Monica scurried over and crouched down next to me. “Mr. Lewis, allow me to show you to the lavatory.” “What? I’m not ready to go yet.” I was caught off guard and couldn’t help asking, “How many lavatories are there anyway?” Monica blushed and said, “Six in total. Four in first class and two at the back.” Was that for real? I was bowled over and thought, “Maybe it’s because I hardly ever take these international flights.” Half an hour later, the two foreigners finally sauntered back, looking as content as could be. They were just plain weird, and I couldn’t help but give them a side-eye. I was just about to head to the lavatory myself when Monica swooped in like she had radar. “Mr. Lewis, the lavatory’s this way.” The first-class treatment was something else. I cracked a smile and followed Monica to the lavatory. Just as my hand touched the doorknob, a breathy whimper slithered into my ears. My hand froze in mid-air. I thought, “Who the heck are they? What are they doing something like that on a plane for?” I frowned, turned on the faucet, and was about to wash my hands. The next second, the door swung open, and Dominic came out, still hitching up his pants. “Your service was top-notch. I’ll be asking for you next time.” “Thank you, Mr. Monaghan.” Hearing the woman’s voice, I whipped around in disbelief. Gigi trailed out after Dominic. She had sweat on her face, her makeup was smeared, and her clothes were all wrinkled. Her black stockings were gone, and she didn’t seem to notice or care. Instead, she snapped at Monica behind me, “What are you just standing there for? You gonna let the passenger wait like this?” Monica shivered and yanked me into the lavatory. “Mr. Lewis, I’m not very good at this. Maybe you could take the lead?” I was so distracted I didn’t even hear Monica. “Mr. Lewis, let me help you take off your pants…” She started undoing my belt, and that was when I snapped back to reality and pushed her away. “Is this what you call service?” Monica’s face drained of color, and she dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lewis. I…” Before she could finish speaking, I interrupted her, “I’m not blaming you. Just tell me, what the heck is your service all about?” Monica peeked up at me nervously. “Mr. Lewis, you ordered an iced Americano, right?” “What’s that got to do with it?” “If it’s an iced Americano, a flight attendant is required to provide you with service unconditionally throughout the whole flight.” I was rocked to my core, and the last shred of hope I had was gone. My breathing sped up. Then, I spun around and was about to make a break for it. Monica clung to me like a limpet and begged, “Mr. Lewis, please. If you go out like this, Ms. Chapman will think I didn’t do my job right and I’ll get demoted. Please, help me. Let me serve you just once!” I turned around and glared at her coldly. “Do you even realize this is illegal?” Before Monica could say a word, there was a knock on the door. Then, Gigi’s voice came from outside. “Sir, Monica’s still learning. I need to give her some pointers. Could you open the door?” “Nah, we’re good here.” It took a full minute before Gigi’s retreating footsteps finally faded. Then, Monica’s eyes welled up with gratitude. “Mr. Lewis, please, just let me do my job. If I don’t, I’ll get written up, and I…” “If you don’t wanna get a complaint filed against you, just do as I say, okay?”

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  • The Price of Choosing Wrong

    I couldn’t believe it. Just because I pointed out an intern’s mistake in a meeting that could have cost the company millions, he felt humiliated and threatened to quit to the CEO’s fiancée. Without hesitation, Samantha stormed into my office and confronted me: “Couldn’t you have told him privately? Lucas is young and sensitive. Why did you have to embarrass him in front of everyone? Don’t forget his father is a major shareholder. Now you have two choices.” “One, I promote Lucas and make you his assistant. Then I’ll agree to announce our engagement.” “Two, you continue being arrogant, and we break up.” Seeing my silence, she smirked coldly: “I knew you wouldn’t pass up the chance to go public with our relationship.” “Now clear out your office for Lucas, and—” I cut her off calmly: “I’m sorry, but I choose option two.” “However, I’ll resign voluntarily. I wish you and Lucas a happy life together!” “Zachary, do you realize what you’re saying?” Samantha rushed over from behind her desk to confront me. It was the first time I’d seen her normally cool demeanor so shaken. I repeated quietly: “I quit. We’re done.” Ignoring her, I started packing up my personal belongings. I’d been with this company since its early days and had used this office for years. There was quite a bit to pack. I put my thermos, blanket and other items into a box, then organized my work files. Many of these were projects I was currently responsible for. A lot of clients only worked with us because of me, but I wouldn’t be able to see them through now. Samantha stared intently at my actions, her tone growing cold: “Zachary, you’re 34 this year. Getting to VP wasn’t easy. You know how brutal the job market is out there. Are you really going to throw it all away over this?” I said nothing, just printed out my resignation letter and signed it. Samantha’s frown deepened. Just then, Lucas the intern walked in carefully balancing a coffee mug. He glanced at me nervously. “Ms. Reid, is Zachary resigning to pressure me into leaving? Please don’t put yourself in a difficult position. Zachary’s been with the company much longer, I’ll go, I’ll go right away.” His eyes were red and brimming with tears. The hesitation in Samantha’s eyes immediately vanished, replaced by intense displeasure directed at me. “Zachary, I’ve given you an out. Why won’t you take it? Do you really think the company can’t function without you?” “Since you’re so determined to quit, fine. I’ll approve this resignation right now!” She snatched the letter from me, hastily signed it, and threw it back at me. Then she left, pulling Lucas along with her. Watching her cold demeanor, a wave of bitterness washed over me. Samantha and I had met in college. Back then, I came from a poor family and focused solely on my studies, often mocked by our classmates. It was Samantha who repeatedly stood up for me, chose to eat with me, even pursued me romantically. Throughout our four years of college, she was always gentle with me. After graduation, we started this business together, going through the toughest times side by side. We had promised to get married once the company stabilized. But everything changed when Lucas’s father became a major shareholder and placed him as an intern. Lucas was careless in his work and made frequent mistakes. Whenever I pointed them out for correction, Samantha would personally warn me not to bully the new guy. I argued that I was just looking out for the company’s interests, but she kept undermining me to protect Lucas. Now, just because I mentioned Lucas’s mistake in a meeting, she was using our relationship to force me to step aside. I should have let go a long time ago. After leaving the company, I immediately received a call from the HR department of Skyline Corp, the industry leader. “Mr. Foster, we heard you just resigned. I hope you don’t mind us reaching out. We’d like to extend another invitation for you to join us. Please consider it.” Over the years, many top companies had tried to headhunt me privately due to my excellent work performance. But I had devoted myself completely to Samantha, rejecting all offers and working tirelessly to build her company. Now I was left with nothing. They offered a salary three times higher than my current one, hoping I would consider. I finally agreed to meet the next day. I returned to the home Samantha and I shared, intending to pack my bags and leave. But when I opened the door, I saw Samantha in the kitchen, tenderly tying an apron around Lucas’s waist. “Ms. Reid, just stand back and watch. I promise the food I cook today will be exactly to your taste.” “Oh really? I’m quite picky, you know.” The two flirted and joked as if I wasn’t there, the atmosphere warm and intimate. A moment later, Samantha noticed my presence. The smile immediately vanished from her face as she said coolly: “Lucas, just cook for the two of us. Someone’s too proud to eat at home today anyway.” I knew she was taking a dig at me. I ignored her and bent down to change my shoes. Samantha frowned slightly, then lifted her chin to look at me: “Zachary, since you’re back, I assume you’ve realized your mistake.” “What are you standing there for? Go apologize to Lucas and ask for his forgiveness. I’m willing to overlook what happened this morning. I can even keep your position open at the company.” Seeing her superior attitude, I felt only coldness. No matter how close two people once were, we had truly grown apart. I still didn’t respond, just walked past her to the balcony to collect the laundry. Samantha’s face fell at being repeatedly ignored. She was about to speak when Lucas came over with a bowl of soup. He deliberately bumped into me, then let out an exaggerated cry of pain, falling to the ground with soup spilled all over himself! “Ah! It burns! Zachary, even if you resent me, you don’t have to go this far!” He clutched his reddened hand, tears streaming down his face. This was Lucas’s usual tactic for turning Samantha against me. At work, he would pretend to stay late, claiming I was overworking him. Or he’d spill water on himself and say I yelled at him. I used to ignore his antics, but this time, I didn’t want to let him have his way. Since he liked to say I bullied him, I’d give him what he wanted. Before Lucas could get up, I grabbed a plate from the table and dumped the food he’d just cooked all over him. Oily broth dripped from his hair as Lucas shrieked, tears flying. Samantha rushed over, roughly shoving me aside as she yelled: “Zachary, have you lost your mind?! Why do you keep targeting Lucas? You’ve disappointed me so much…” I smirked: “Disappointed? Good. Then we can go our separate ways from now on.” Samantha’s face flushed red with anger, speechless for a long moment. Lucas continued to cry pitifully, so she had no choice but to take him to the hospital. The apartment finally fell silent as the front door slammed shut. I let out a long breath, feeling some deep-rooted attachment slowly dissipate. With a bitter smile, I picked up my suitcase and walked out. Samantha, it’s truly over between us.

    I returned to my old bachelor apartment. I had bought and renovated it years ago but barely lived here, choosing to stay with Samantha instead. Just as I was about to call a cleaning service, Samantha’s name flashed on my phone. I expected her to berate me, but her tone was surprisingly gentle when she spoke: “Zachary, stop being childish. Lucas is kindhearted and won’t hold what you did against him.” “Take the afternoon off to rest at home. Tomorrow, you can go to the office as Lucas’s assistant and help him oversee the projects. We’ll get married in three days. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Hearing the conditions for marriage, I felt only mockery. Over the years, I had brought up getting married many times, but Samantha always found excuses to delay. Now she was finally agreeing, but only for another man’s sake. I was about to speak when Lucas’s affected, pitiful voice came through the phone: “It’s okay, Ms. Reid. If Zachary becomes my assistant, he’ll just target me even more. I… I’m scared…” “I’m no match for him. I’m too stupid…” “Don’t worry, Lucas. I won’t let Zachary bully you with me around,” Samantha quickly soothed him, her tone so patient it was as if he were her boyfriend. I frowned in disgust and cut in: “Make me his assistant? Is he even qualified?” “If you think Lucas is so capable, why does he need an assistant? Surely he can handle the projects on his own?” Samantha paused, then snapped: “Zachary, what’s your problem? I’ve agreed to marry you, what more do you want?” “I’m giving you a chance and you’re not taking it. Don’t regret this!” With that, she hung up. I ignored this little episode and continued arranging for the apartment to be cleaned. After tidying up, I was scrolling through industry news on the couch when Lucas suddenly sent me a video call request. When I answered, Lucas was lounging in Samantha’s CEO chair with a smug expression, panning the camera around the office. “Hey Zachary, guess what? Ms. Reid asked me to work in her office and even got me water herself. Ever been treated this well?” Samantha had always been obsessive about cleanliness and hated anyone touching things in her office. Even I wasn’t allowed in without permission. Clearly, Lucas was the exception. Seeing I didn’t respond, Lucas continued gloating: “Ms. Reid has transferred all your projects to me. She’s made me VP to fully replace you. Face it, you’re yesterday’s news!” I laughed coldly: “Is that so? Well, you’d better do a good job then. Try not to bankrupt your precious CEO’s company too quickly.” “You son of a—!” Lucas was about to curse when the sound of a door opening came through. The video cut off immediately! I shook my head in derision. If Samantha really trusted Lucas with all the projects, the company was doomed. The next morning, I went to Skyline for my interview and agreed to start soon. As I was leaving, I suddenly received notifications that several accounts had been unlinked. Samantha and I used to share logins for many apps, believing we were an inseparable couple. It seemed Samantha had just gotten home and discovered I’d moved out. No phone call, just silently unlinking everything. I could guess how angry she must be. But it no longer concerned me. Over the next two days, I was busy with the new job. Samantha didn’t contact me directly. She just kept updating her social media with photos of her and Lucas together. She even changed our couple profile pictures on some platforms to solid black. I knew she was waiting for me to reach out and make amends, but I no longer cared. On the third evening, I returned home to find a cardboard box outside my door labeled “For Zachary.” I brought it inside and opened it to find mementos of my relationship with Samantha. There was the first love letter she wrote confessing her feelings in college, the matching accessories she bought for us, photos from our travels, even a lip print on paper commemorating our first kiss… Looking at these items brought back many memories. But in the end, we had drifted apart. I tossed them one by one into a fire pit, lit a match, and watched the flames consume the flickering images of the past. Yet I felt strangely calm. Just then, my front door burst open. Samantha rushed in, her eyes wide with shock. She frantically grabbed the burning photos with her bare hands, frantically patting out the flames. Her voice was shrill with panic: “Zachary, what are you doing burning all this?!”

    It took great effort for Samantha to extinguish the flames. Her delicate hands were covered in blisters. She glared at me through tear-filled eyes: “Zachary, have you forgotten what these things meant to us? How could you burn them?!” I calmly asked: “Didn’t you send these over for me to get rid of? They’re useless now anyway. Might as well burn them.” Samantha stared at me in disbelief, seemingly shocked by how calm I was. After a long moment, she explained reluctantly: “Zachary, enough already. I admit that when you pointed out Lucas’s mistake at work, you were looking out for the company’s interests. I only asked you to apologize because Lucas is the son of a major shareholder.” “I know I hurt you. I’m sorry, okay? Come back as VP, on the same level as Lucas. Just try not to interfere with his work in the future. Is that good enough?” I silently looked at her, finding it all rather laughable. Samantha continued: “But there’s one condition. I hope you’ll apologize to Lucas before returning to the company. You did lay hands on him after all.” “As long as you can get him to forgive you, you can come back.” Hearing this, I suddenly couldn’t help but laugh. “Samantha, you’re really overestimating yourself. Did I ever say I wanted to go back? Asking me to apologize to Lucas? Frankly, he doesn’t deserve it.” Samantha’s face fell as I said this. She stood up angrily and slammed the door on her way out. The next morning at Skyline, I ran into Samantha and Lucas chatting happily as they approached the building. “Lucas, do well on this project and I’ll arrange a promotion for you.” “You’re so good to me, Ms. Reid.” As they were talking, Samantha spotted me and her expression immediately turned cold: “Zachary, what are you doing here?!” “Isn’t it obvious, Ms. Reid? Zachary must be too embarrassed to beg you at the office, so he came to intercept you here to get his job back.” Lucas smirked at me. Samantha’s expression softened slightly as she realized this, though she still put on a cold front: “I gave you a chance yesterday and you didn’t take it. Now you’re here pestering me again? Zachary, you really don’t know when to quit!” “Since you’re here, apologize to Lucas now.” She lifted her chin haughtily, once again the imperious CEO. Lucas looked at me smugly, putting on an act of magnanimity: “Oh come on, it’s fine. As long as Zachary doesn’t make things difficult for me at work in the future, we can get along as equals.” “No, he must apologize. Using physical violence crosses a line,” Samantha said coldly, sweeping her gaze over me. “This is non-negotiable.” I stared at their little act in disbelief. “Who said I came to apologize? I have no reason to go back to your company. Now if you’ll excuse me.” “Zachary, that’s enough! I’ve agreed to make you and Lucas equal VPs. What more do you want?” Samantha looked at me with disappointment. Lucas put on a knowing expression: “Oh, I get it. Zachary must be upset that I took over all his old projects. But Ms. Reid, he quit, so someone had to do the work.” “How about this – Zachary gets first pick of future projects, and I’ll take whatever’s left. That should be fair, right?” At this, Samantha’s eyes filled with even more disgust, as if I was being greedy and unreasonable. But I was truly exasperated. How could Lucas be so confident with his limited abilities? Wasn’t Samantha worried he’d mess things up? Whatever, it was no longer my concern. I shook my head without a word and turned to leave. Samantha was about to angrily berate me when her phone suddenly rang! Even without speakerphone, I could clearly hear the panicked voice on the other end: “Ms. Reid! We have a huge problem! There were serious errors in yesterday’s proposal that caused massive losses for the client. Now they’re threatening to sue the company! The project lead was… Lucas!” In an instant, Samantha’s face drained of color. She whipped around to stare at Lucas, her eyes sharp as knives. Lucas stumbled back a step, terrified. This marks the end of the free preview

    “Ms-Ms. Reid, there must be some misunderstanding.” Lucas stammered, then suddenly pointed at me: “All these projects were handed over from Zachary. He’s responsible too!” “Zachary, don’t think you can dump this mess on me just because you quit. Don’t even try it!” To prove his innocence, Lucas started playing the victim again, sniffling to Samantha: “Ms. Reid, I only took over Zachary’s projects. He must be framing me.” “Don’t you trust me at all?” Seeing his pitiful act, the suspicion in Samantha’s eyes melted into tenderness. She glanced at me with a frown, then said gently to Lucas: “Alright, let’s head back to the office and sort this out. Of course I believe you.” “If Zachary’s behind this, I’ll make sure he takes responsibility!” Before leaving, Samantha gave me a long, hard look. Lucas flashed a triumphant smirk as he left: “See that, Zachary? No matter what, Samantha will always believe me over you!” I just stared at him like he was an idiot, walking past him to the elevator. I couldn’t believe I’d witnessed such a farce on my way to work. That afternoon, I heard through the grapevine about what happened at Samantha’s company. Since I had previously handled all the projects, the clients trusted me and hadn’t questioned things too much. But this time Lucas was in charge, and he’d made a ton of mistakes causing serious losses. Now the client was threatening legal action after learning the project lead had been switched without notice. Samantha was scrambling to deal with the fallout. “Ms. Reid, I had no idea such a small issue could have such serious consequences.” “I’m so sorry, I really am.” “What do we do now? Should I go apologize to the client? Ms. Reid, please don’t ignore me. My heart is breaking.” A former coworker secretly recorded this conversation outside Samantha’s office. Upon confirming Lucas was truly responsible, and that he’d made basic, careless mistakes, Samantha exploded in anger! For the first time, she threw the rejected proposal documents in Lucas’s face in front of everyone. Lucas was completely stunned. He tried to cry and act pitiful again, but this time Samantha wasn’t moved. She stormed back to her office. Lucas chased after her, frantically apologizing. But Samantha wasn’t having any of it. In the past, whenever I caught Lucas’s mistakes and fixed them before any damage was done, Samantha always downplayed the issues and told me to be more lenient. Now that it was costing real money, she was no longer telling others to be understanding. She was furious that Lucas couldn’t handle even the simplest tasks. “Lucas, when Zachary used to point out your work problems, I defended you. I never imagined you could be this incompetent!” “I can’t stand the sight of you right now. Get out!” Lucas had never been scolded like this by Samantha before. His pride wounded, he ran out. The recording ended there. I sighed, thinking this was probably karma – you reap what you sow. I thought the incident would be over after they paid damages, but that evening, I found Samantha waiting outside my door.

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  • The Wicked Father

    Frank despised Mia for being a stay-at-home mom who only knew how to ask him for money. To prevent me from becoming like her, he decided to train 6-year-old me to earn money and support the family. When the neighbor’s kid became a child model, I tried too. Despite being dressed up like a prince, I was politely told I wasn’t cute or clever enough. When a friend’s child won an essay contest, I entered too. After chewing through three pencils, all I got was a certificate saying “Keep trying!” Frank beat Mia viciously. “The child you gave birth to is just like you – ugly and stupid.” I stood in front of Mom, feeling guilty and heartbroken. It was all my fault for making her suffer. I dropped out of school early to become the cheapest labor. I handed over all my wages, but by age 25, I had secretly saved up $10,000. I could finally take Mom away. My hands trembled as I tried to give Mom the bank card, when Frank suddenly burst in, his face twisted with rage. I tried to pull Mom away to escape, but she shoved me down instead. She proudly presented my wages to Frank. “Honey, beat this ungrateful brat to death. He not only hid money but dared to persuade me to divorce you.” I was beaten to death. Frank got off with a light sentence for manslaughter plus a letter of forgiveness. He was out in less than a year. I found myself back in time to when I first dropped out of school. Frank was viciously beating Mia again, berating her for giving birth to an ugly, stupid child just like her. Frank was a fitness trainer and former boxer. Mia was very supportive of his work and often sparred with him. At that moment, Mia lay sprawled on the floor, her neck craned stubbornly. Frank’s fist connected with a sickening crunch. Her piercing screams filled the air. Jason lounged on the sofa, munching chips and watching with interest. He occasionally offered commentary. “Not hard enough.” “Not fast enough.” I staggered to my feet, having just been thrown across the room for trying to shield Mom. My head was still ringing. As the scene before me came into focus, I suddenly realized I had been reborn. Mom’s increasingly agonized screams snapped me out of my daze. Frank was 6 feet tall and 250 pounds of solid muscle. His hammer-like fists rained down on Mom with increasing speed and force. She was soon covered in blood. I couldn’t help but laugh coldly inside. It seemed Frank was getting carried away with his performance, hurling insults at Mom and me non-stop. In my past life, whenever Frank raised his hand to hit Mom, I would immediately give in to any demand. It worked better than if he beat me. But the one time it involved my education, I refused to back down. So Mom volunteered to take the beating for me. In the end, I still gave in. But in this life, apart from hatred, I no longer harbored any illusions about family. I just wanted to live for myself. I could never forget how in my past life, after the violence ended, Mom would always wipe away my tears with her bruised face. She would say tenderly: “Lucas, don’t worry. This is just how your father shows his love for me.” I always thought Mom was just trying to comfort me. It wasn’t until my final moments that I realized she truly meant it. Mom loved it. The more he beat her, the more she loved him. As a filial child, I naturally couldn’t interfere with their love. I remained motionless. Frank’s blows grew increasingly vicious as he incorporated his boxing techniques. Mom soon coughed up a mouthful of blood. Jason giggled with glee, calling it spectacular. “Lucas, save Mommy! I’m doing this all for you.” But even three of me combined weren’t as thick as Frank’s arm. I cowered in the corner, looking utterly terrified. Blood pooled on the floor but she still didn’t get what she wanted. Mom finally started begging for mercy, but Frank was too worked up to stop. He grew more and more excited. “Mom, should I call the police?” Frank suddenly snapped out of it. Mom no longer looked on the verge of death. She wiped the blood from her face with her sleeve. “Your father was just playing around with me.” Under three scrutinizing gazes, I walked straight to the bedroom. I paused at the door. There was one point in Frank’s frenzied rant that I disagreed with. “Dad, don’t you know – like father, like son?” All the insults he had hurled at me instantly reflected back onto Frank. The bedroom door slammed shut with a bang, leaving the three of them staring at each other in bewilderment. I lay down on the bed. Within seconds, I heard the doorknob being frantically twisted and curses flying. I rolled over, ignoring it. My lack of security had long ago made me develop the habit of locking the door. Everything finally quieted down, but I was far from calm. In a moment of impulse, I had provoked Frank. All that awaited me now were even more severe consequences. Suddenly, the sound of keys jingling came from outside the door. ***This is the breakpoint***

    Frank still couldn’t open the door. There were too many keys, and he had never been a patient man. He preferred the simplest, most brutal methods. A thunderous pounding on the door began, accompanied by a stream of vile curses. “You little bastard, think you’re so smart after a few years of school? Mocking your old man for being uneducated? You wouldn’t even exist if I hadn’t given you life and provided for you…” Is that so? In my past life, after Grandma died and I was brought back home, I learned they had adopted an older brother two years my senior. Frank gave Mia $200 a week for living expenses. His only requirement was that each meal have a mix of meat and vegetables, with different types of meat each time. She could spend any leftover money as she pleased. But Mia often ran out of money before the week was up and had to ask Frank for more. This angered him greatly. To punish her, he would often withhold the allowance even after a week had passed, making her kneel at the front door before throwing money in her face. A month later at the dinner table, Frank finally noticed me – but only because I reached for the meat dish in front of Jason. “Eat, eat, eat. All you two do is ask for money as soon as you open your eyes. Like mother, like son.” Mia felt wronged and vented her anger by scolding me, echoing Frank’s words. She didn’t expect this would earn her Frank’s approval for the first time. I could sense Mom’s excitement even with my head bowed. Her voice trembled slightly with disbelief. Greatly encouraged, she berated me using words I had never heard before, completely disregarding my reddening eyes. It’s okay. There’s no rule that mothers have to love their children. It’s enough that I love her. My embarrassment delighted Jason. Jason laughed, and Frank laughed along with him. That was the first time Frank praised Mia, the first time he acknowledged her. Mia had finally found her place in this family. To prevent me from becoming as useless as Mia in the future, Frank decided to start training 6-year-old me to earn money and support the family. When the neighbor’s kid became a child model, I tried too. Despite being dressed up like a prince, I was politely told I wasn’t cute or clever enough. When a friend’s child won an essay contest, I entered too. After chewing through three pencils, all I got was a certificate saying “Keep trying!” Frank beat Mia viciously. “The child you gave birth to is just like you – ugly and stupid.” In the end, I could only collect bottles and trash, spending my days begging on the streets with homeless people. I would return home filthy, digging crumpled dollar bills out of my shoes to proudly place in the collection box. I had to pay for my meals – the family didn’t support freeloaders, except for Jason. Jason threw a tantrum at the dinner table. “It’s so embarrassing! My classmates all make fun of me.” Because I had run into him on the street and tried to give him his favorite candy… “Bring me the axe,” came Frank’s enraged voice from outside. He was going to chop down the door. And after the door, who would be next?

    Frank raised the axe. I opened the door voluntarily, but he didn’t stop. “How dare you disrespect your father. You might as well die.” Frank wasn’t well-educated. He had boxed since childhood. In his world, fists were everything. Moreover, in this household he was the law, with absolute control. So this life he had given, he could take back whenever he pleased. The axe blade stopped just an inch from the top of my head. At the critical moment, Mia threw herself at me and we dodged. But because we were so close, it grazed her scalp. The axe was razor-sharp. Even that light touch left Mia with a bald patch and a trickle of blood. She held me, sobbing dramatically. Hit them and then offer a sweet. I knew this routine well. She feared that if I died, there would be no one to share her burden. She would once again become the sole target. Frank moved to strike me again. The normally stubborn Mia crumpled with a light shove. Her face contorted with anguish as she wept uncontrollably. “Lucas, Mommy is so sorry. I can’t protect you. Just endure it, don’t fight back. It’ll be over soon.” I watched the scene before me with cold eyes. I knew very well that if I didn’t give them what they wanted, I might not make it out of here alive today. I knelt down and hugged Frank’s leg, my voice choked with emotion. “Dad, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to let go of such an amazing father. Everyone here knows you’re my dad. They’re all afraid of you, so no one dares bully me.” “That’s why I want to be as strong as you.” I had always been obedient. Frank was taken aback, but soon couldn’t hide his pleased smile. “So that’s how it is. Dad was wrong to doubt you.” Mia’s expression was strange. Everyone knew Frank loved being flattered, but this was the first time she had seen him admit he was wrong. I silently observed everything from the corner. Mia still didn’t understand. The more someone lacks something, the more they crave it. Frank claimed education was useless, yet he forced Jason to study. What he cared about most was people saying he was all brawn and no brains. He was terrified of misunderstanding others, often checking the dictionary multiple times for a single phrase. In my past life, as soon as Mia was beaten, I immediately dropped out of school. I didn’t even finish middle school. Now, taking advantage of Frank’s good mood, I asked to finish middle school. It was only a few months difference. Frank agreed without hesitation. Those few months passed quickly. After graduation, I chose to work out of state, saying there were more opportunities. Frank was very supportive. On my first day there, a message came in the family group chat. Frank: When do you get paid? Frank: Never mind, just hand it all over at the end of the year. Me: Okay. The conversation ended there. I sent Frank a photo of a factory, then turned and walked in the opposite direction. Outside First High School, the grade director and homeroom teacher of Class 1 were eagerly waiting, wringing their hands in anticipation of the arrival of Lucas Li, the top scorer in the high school entrance exam.

    I officially began my high school life. Right after the qualifying exam, I had contacted First High School. It was far from home and one of the top schools in the country. They offered excellent conditions – not only was tuition and board free, there were additional scholarships and stipends. People say they’d rather be a corporate slave than a high school student. Everyone claims high school is miserable, but I found it to be the most relaxing time of my life. My classmates were kind, my teachers attentive. My life was happy and fulfilling. By saving every penny and working part-time jobs, I managed to save up a decent sum after six months. It would be enough to hand over. To avoid suspicion, I bought gifts and local specialties for everyone in the family when I returned for the New Year. I also finally owned my first well-fitting piece of clothing that I actually liked. To save money, I took a 48-hour hard seat train ride home. When I finally arrived, I was greeted with a slap. “You little bastard, how dare you waste money on yourself? Don’t you have work uniforms?” Mia was overjoyed to see me. After Frank finished slapping me, she pulled me into her arms. “Lucas, you’re finally back. Mommy missed you so much.” I saw the bruises covering her body. Frank must have shown her a lot of “love” while I was gone. Now that I was back, the family had a new target. No wonder she was so excited. Mia quickly frowned as she looked at my jacket, her tone lecturing: “But Mommy still has to criticize you. Isn’t this a bit wasteful?” But apart from the jacket I was wearing, my entire suitcase was full of things for them. Yet they couldn’t see that, fixating only on what I had on. How ridiculous. In my past life, when I didn’t buy anything or new clothes, what did they say? “You went away and didn’t even think to bring back some local specialties for the family? So selfish, just enjoying yourself out there while your parents have never even left the state.” “You’re working now but can’t even buy yourself decent clothes? Always looking so shabby, it’s embarrassing.” Their hostile gazes only softened when I handed over the money. The next year, I bought a plane ticket without hesitation, deliberately scheduling it for two days later. This time I still brought back lots of gifts, but nothing for myself. As soon as I got home, they started inspecting my luggage and scrutinizing me. “Did you take the train back?” I nodded, even producing last year’s train ticket. This time they were finally satisfied. Seeing how obedient I was, they made the unprecedented move of inviting me to join them for the New Year’s Eve dinner. At the table, they wore brand new clothes. Jason sat in the middle, the picture of a happy family. I sat across from them in my wrinkled clothes, picking at the few vegetables on my plate. Next door came the sounds of a heated argument and crying. Mrs. Lee was yelling at her son again. “Go to college my ass! Pack your bags and go find a job to make money.” Mia happily placed a plate of meat dishes in front of me. Mrs. Lee and Mom had always been rivals. Their confrontations usually ended with Mrs. Lee having the upper hand. But the situation had reversed since I started working last year. Especially after Mom went to borrow soy sauce from her wearing new clothes that afternoon. It sparked the most intense argument ever in their household. After eating, they lounged on the sofa watching the New Year’s Gala, laughing non-stop. They didn’t notice me clearing the table, my expression dark as I held the half-full bottle of soy sauce. At the family gathering during the Lunar New Year. Mom hadn’t attended in nearly a decade, not since being mocked for dressing worse than my grandmother. But this year she got up early, excitedly dolling herself up in the trendiest outfit I had brought b

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  • The Phantom Bride: A Reborn Wife’s Deadly Dowry

    On the day I went into labor, my husband of ten years locked me in the attic. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have missed out on so many years with Hazel!” he shouted. I listened as he hosted a welcome party downstairs for his dream girl who had returned from abroad. The guests cheered loudly as the two kissed. Meanwhile, I died in agony upstairs, alone and in despair, along with our unborn child. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Lucas first confessed his feelings for me. As I watched him approach with a bouquet of flowers, I turned and walked away. Later, when he offered his heart to me, helpless as a child, I remained unmoved: “Lucas, please don’t ask me not to leave you…” As my due date approached, I went to the hospital alone for a prenatal checkup, cradling my belly. The doctor seemed displeased to see me without anyone accompanying me, but I just shook my head with a forced smile: “My husband is busy with work. I don’t want to bother him.” Lucas and I were childhood sweethearts. We grew up in the same neighborhood, and everyone knew how much I liked him. Lucas came from a poor family originally. We both got into an Ivy League college, and after graduation we got married and started a successful tech company called “Joy Tech”. To others, we were the perfect power couple. I had given up my career early on to be his supportive wife and partner. Today was our wedding anniversary. The checkup results were good, so I was in a cheerful mood. I called Lucas to ask when he’d be home. He hung up before the call connected. A moment later, I received a text from him: “Busy. Will call you back later.” I put away my phone and looked up, catching a glimpse of a familiar face on the hospital TV screen. I froze in shock. In the news report, Lucas was wearing an expensive tailored suit, a tender smile on his normally stern face – an expression I had never seen before. Surrounded by a crowd of reporters, he made his way out, sheltering a tall, beautiful woman in his arms. She kept her head down, clinging to him like a delicate bird. The headlines flashed across the screen: “Tech Mogul Lucas Reunites with First Love, Reportedly Divorced from Wife” “Tech Tycoon and World-Class Violinist – A Perfect Match Made in Heaven!” “If you ask me, Lucas and Miss Hazel are much better suited. That shameless Lily woman just clings on desperately. Now that his dream girl is back, of course the wife has to go,” I overheard someone say. “Exactly! She made a fool of herself just to marry a man like Lucas. She has no self-respect. How could she compare to Miss Hazel?” another chimed in. I stared blankly at Lucas on the screen as he shielded Hazel’s face from the cameras. “Hazel is the love of my life. No one can ever take her place,” he declared. The prenatal report slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. Joy… Joy… I used to think he had named our company after me. But the “Joy” in Joy Tech was for Hazel all along. I don’t remember how I got home. When Hazel saw me, she warmly grasped my hands in greeting. “Lily, it’s been so long!” I coldly shook her off. “Hazel,” I said, “When did you two get together?” “Lily, how dare you speak to Hazel that way?” Lucas frowned. He had never spoken to me so harshly before. I trembled as I looked at him, pointing at Hazel. “Lucas, what is the meaning of this?” His irritated expression made it seem like I was the one being unreasonable. “Hazel just got back and hasn’t found a place to stay yet. What’s wrong with letting her stay here?” he said impatiently. Hazel’s face held a look of smug superiority as she gazed at me with unconcealed disdain. “But I’m your wife!” I cried, tears streaming down my face. My lips quivered as I spoke. “Doesn’t she have her own home? Why does it have to be you, Lucas, taking her in—” “Lily!” he suddenly roared. I flinched, frozen in place. Lucas’s eyes were cold and unfamiliar. He made no attempt to hide the disgust on his face as he glared at me like I was his mortal enemy. “Lily,” he said mockingly, “If I hadn’t needed your money and skills back then, do you think I would have chosen to marry you?” I was stunned. “What did you say?” “You made me miss out on ten years with Hazel. What right do you have to stand here and question me?” He sneered, as if I were some beggar who didn’t know my place. “Just look at yourself now. What use are you besides being an eyesore and dragging me down?” I broke down. All these years I had given up my career, working myself to the bone – and for what? In the end I was tossed aside like garbage, treated as if I were worthless. “Lucas, are you really going to kick me out for this homewrecker?” I asked, my voice shaking as I grabbed his sleeve. But Hazel shoved me away: “Lily, after all these years you’re still so petty.” “In relationships, the one who isn’t loved is the real homewrecker.” She blinked her big eyes innocently. Lucas said impatiently, “I’ll have my assistant send you the divorce papers. Pack your things and leave today.” He glanced at my belly, suddenly pausing. My heart filled with hope that he might soften for the sake of our child. Lucas turned away, his eyes full of disgust: “If you want to keep that bastard child, go ahead. If not, get rid of it. Just don’t show your face in front of me again.”

    Something shattered inside me. I stumbled forward desperately: “Lucas, have you no humanity? This is your own flesh and blood!” Hazel cowered behind him like a frightened rabbit. Lucas’s expression darkened and he shoved me hard. “Ah!” I cried out as I fell heavily to the ground. He hadn’t held back at all. I felt a sharp contraction in my belly, followed by waves of pain spreading through my whole body. “Lily, don’t be so shameless,” Lucas said, brushing off his clothes as if he’d touched something dirty. “If it weren’t for you back then, how could I have missed my date with Hazel? You maliciously tore us apart, so now you have to pay the price!” I had no idea what he was talking about. The pain blurred my vision, but I caught a glimpse of Hazel’s mocking expression. I frantically crawled towards her. Hazel kicked me hard in the stomach. “You schemed and plotted, but for what? Lucas has always loved me and only me. You’re nothing but a dog being kicked to the curb.” I felt liquid seeping out beneath me as my vision went dark. “Lucas, the guests will be arriving soon. With her like this…” Hazel said. My hair was roughly grabbed as Lucas dragged me upstairs. I struggled desperately, but my strength was fading with the pain: “Lucas, you beast! I was blind to have ever married you!” With a loud bang, I was thrown into the attic. “Hazel is the light of my life, the woman I love most in this world,” he declared. “No one can ever take her place.” “Lily, you stopped me from meeting her back then and made me lose Hazel. No matter what you do now to keep us apart, I will never let go of her hand!” When did I ever stop him from meeting her? But I could no longer speak. Lucas slammed the door shut. “Stay here and reflect on your actions! Don’t come out until you’ve learned your lesson!” I lay crumpled on the floor like a broken rag doll, listening to the laughter and cheer from downstairs, hearing our friends toast to Lucas and Hazel’s relationship. Tears rolled silently down my face. I breathed my last, consumed by fury and regret. 4 When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my high school classroom. Harsh sunlight streamed in through the windows. I saw a crowd gathered on the sports field. This scene felt so familiar… Someone came running up to me. “Lily, come to the field with me! Lucas is waiting for you!” I turned to look, my eyes widening in shock when I saw who it was. Seeing no reaction from me, Hazel grabbed my arm: “Hurry up, everyone’s waiting!” I jerked my arm away violently. Hatred surged through me. Hazel looked taken aback, somewhat annoyed: “Fine, don’t come then. But don’t regret it later!” She ran off. I stared blankly at the dispersing crowd on the field, revealing Lucas standing there with a bouquet of flowers and Hazel hurrying back to comfort him. If I remembered correctly, this was the day Lucas had confessed to me. The beginning of all the tragedy in my past life. A chill ran down my spine. No, I couldn’t repeat the same mistakes. Heaven had given me a second chance, and I had to seize control of my own fate this time. As for those two… My palm stung. I looked down to see four crescent-shaped marks where my nails had dug into my skin. “Well well, moving on to greener pastures?” a lazy voice drawled from behind me. I turned to see Ethan. We hadn’t had much interaction in my past life, so I ignored him. Ethan didn’t push further. He just smirked and went back to napping on his desk. The bell rang and Lucas entered the classroom, giving me a complicated look. I ignored the whispers and stares around me, taking out my textbook to study instead. Although I had gotten into an Ivy League school in my past life, I had forgotten most of my high school knowledge. It would be challenging to catch up to my previous academic level. I needed to come up with a more reliable plan for myself this time. As I pondered, something tapped my back. I saw a crumpled note fall by my feet. The murmurs around me grew louder. I glanced back to see Lucas’s sullen face. He stared at me intently, as if certain I would accept this olive branch and go back to fawning over him. I lowered my gaze, not bothering to pick up the note. Instead, I raised my hand in front of everyone. “Teacher, someone is passing notes in class. It’s disrupting my studies.” A commotion broke out. “Pfft!” Amid the stunned silence, a snicker came from the figure slumped over his desk in the back row. Lucas’s face flushed red as the teacher made him leave the classroom under everyone’s scrutiny. I saw Hazel looking at him with concern. As Lucas passed by my desk, he paused: “Lily, what are you playing at?” I kept my head down, pretending not to hear him. What was I playing at? I simply refused to be a pawn in their little drama anymore. They could play out their angsty romance all they wanted. Just leave innocent bystanders out of it, using them as collateral damage to fulfill their grand love story.

    After class, I went to get some water. Lucas cornered me in the hallway. “Lily, are you done with your tantrum?” he demanded. “What?” I asked, confused. “Just because I chose Hazel as my partner for the biology competition instead of you? Your grades are excellent – not having that extra credit won’t affect your college applications. But Hazel needs this. I have to help her!” Lucas lectured me with a frown, as if I was being utterly unreasonable. “Didn’t you promise not to compete with me for the spot? Hazel is your friend too. Can’t you be less petty and jealous? You’re jeopardizing someone else’s future!” I wanted to laugh at the absurdity. Sacrificing my opportunities for Hazel’s future, without a second thought. Then I remembered. The school had allocated five spots for the National Biology Olympiad to our class. By the time it got to us, only one spot remained. Lucas had approached me then, which was rare. He asked me to give up my spot for him. After all, I was his only real competition in our class. My biology scores were the best in our grade. The teachers called me a prodigy. Lucas went to great lengths for Hazel’s future, even feeling guilty years later that he couldn’t give her the best. He ended up taking over the company I had poured my heart and soul into building, all to impress Hazel. But he never once considered the price I paid in giving up everything. He felt entitled to my sacrifices, as if it were only natural. Seeing my silence, Lucas softened his tone, looking smug and self-assured. “You were always pestering me to tutor you in English before. If you back down now, I’ll agree to tutor you.” He looked at me as if bestowing some great favor, making me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t hide my disgust. “Lucas, who the hell do you think you are?” He was stunned, not expecting me to curse at him. “If you like Hazel, go after her yourself. Don’t blame others for your own cowardice. What kind of man are you?” “You’ve got some nerve. Why should I have to pay the price for your love life?” Lucas stood there dumbfounded as I walked away without a backward glance. Around the corner, Hazel was startled to see me. She looked at me awkwardly. But I didn’t spare her a single glance. I hadn’t expected Lucas to be so shameless. When he came to my desk with a practice exam, I shoved the form I was filling out into my desk. “Lily, there’s a problem Hazel can’t solve. Can you help her?” he asked. I looked at him like he was an idiot. “Teach her yourself.” Lucas’s expression turned awkward. “Lily, neither Lucas nor I can figure it out,” Hazel said with a sweet smile. To others she might have seemed kind, but I caught the flash of resentment and contempt in her eyes. “He said you once promised to help him unconditionally, so we came to you.” “You’re not refusing because you’re jealous that Lucas and I get to compete together, are you?” she continued. “This is a national competition. If we win, it’ll benefit our whole class and school. You should think of the bigger picture and not let your personal feelings get in the way.” Her words sparked a chorus of agreement from our classmates: “Yeah, talk about petty! No wonder Lucas doesn’t like her.” “They’re doing her a favor by asking. As if someone as smart as Lucas needs help from a selfish person like her!” “If Lucas loses because she’s jealous, she’ll be sorry!” Hearing everyone criticize me, Hazel smiled in satisfaction. Lucas’s eyes darkened: “Lily, that’s enough. Don’t be so ungrateful.” I laughed. “If you can’t handle it yourselves, why take on the challenge? Isn’t that ridiculous?” “Are you going to blame me if you fail the competition too? Expect me to take the test for you?” Lucas was at a loss for words. Hazel’s expression soured as well. I was a biology prodigy. Our company Joy Tech had succeeded largely due to my technical skills. In my past life, I had given up a guaranteed spot in a top university’s biology lab for Lucas’s sake. But on the day of the finals, he had run off to the airport to chase after Hazel, wasting an opportunity others would kill for. This time, I refused to hand over what was rightfully mine. Lucas frowned deeply: “Acting out like this won’t get my attention. It only makes me resent you.” I rolled my eyes: “As if I care.” The biology teacher walked in. I stood up and pulled the registration form from my desk. “Teacher, I want to sign up for the Olympiad!”

    The biology teacher was thrilled. She had tried hard to persuade me to compete before, but I had always refused. She said she would fight to get me an extra spot no matter what. Lucas was stunned. He hadn’t expected me to suddenly change my mind and enter the competition. This meant he and Hazel now had a formidable rival. We had to compete internally before advancing to the state-level competition. Hazel looked at me with concern: “Lily, do you really want to compete? Or are you just doing this to spite Lucas? This isn’t something to take lightly.” Her friend chimed in: “Don’t be so selfish. Your extra spot means someone else loses theirs.” Hazel smiled: “The team has already been training for a month. Even if you join now, you won’t be able to catch up. You’ll just embarrass yourself and waste study time. Don’t jeopardize your future over petty relationship drama.” Her words seemed considerate on the surface, but they painted my decision to compete as nothing more than jealous pettiness, disregarding the bigger picture. I said coldly: “You know exactly how you got selected. If you can compete, why can’t I?” Hazel’s face paled. Seeing her discomfort, Lucas’s expression darkened. “Lily, don’t go too far!” “Hazel is looking out for you and this is how you repay her? Apologize right now!” “Don’t think this will make me like you. I could never love someone so narrow-minded and unjust!” I thought he must be mentally unwell. How else could he not see my utter disgust for him? “Lucas,” I said, “Was your spot obtained fairly then?” “If I hadn’t withdrawn, do you think you’d have had a chance?” With that, I ignored them and walked away. The biology teacher told me to choose a partner. I looked around, just wanting someone who wouldn’t get in my way and let me focus on the competition. Lucas seemed to say something, but I didn’t catch it. My gaze landed on the figure slumped over his desk in the back row. “I choose him!” Ethan slowly raised his head, looking at me with bleary confusion, not quite grasping what was happening. Sure enough, he never showed up for any of the study sessions or training after that. It was as if I was competing alone. Hazel watched me with schadenfreude while Lucas wore a knowing expression. As if my choice of Ethan was just to make him jealous, to get his attention, but I had only shot myself in the foot. He patiently tutored Hazel, his face radiating sincere contentment. I knew he was trying to make up for his regrets from the past life. But what about my regrets? Back then, heavily pregnant with our child, I had begged him to accompany me to prenatal checkups. He couldn’t even be bothered to go. It wasn’t that he lacked patience. He just never directed that patience towards me. Ethan turned out to be almost too low-maintenance. I never once saw him at our training sessions. Doing the work of two people while trying to catch up to everyone else’s progress, I didn’t get home until well after dark. I opened the door to find two unexpected guests sitting on the couch. “Lily’s home. Your Aunt Jenny and Lucas came over for dinner. I made some extra dishes,” my mom said. I looked at the people on the couch. Lucas turned away, his face cold and aloof. Dinner was like chewing sawdust. Lucas’s mom kept lamenting her tragic fate like a broken record. Widowed young, with no job, forced to work odd jobs to support herself and her son. Lucas looked uncomfortable. Of course – his pride couldn’t stand appearing weak in front of others, especially me. My mom kept sighing: “Lily, you must look after Lucas more at school!” I scarfed down a few bites and retreated to my room. Shortly after, my door opened. I said flatly: “Barging into a girl’s room – is this how your family raised you?” He flinched as if stung, his face turning icy. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” “Couldn’t win me over yourself, so you’re going after my mom?” He sneered: “Lily, when will you understand that your fake concern and pity only disgust me?” “You invited my mom over just to see me humiliated, to feed your superiority complex, didn’t you?” “Stop wasting your time. I hate your phony kindness. It makes me sick!” [Truncation point]

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  • 27 Years After Divorce, Ex in Car Accident: Son Wants Me to Care for Him for a Job

    I received the news that my ex-husband had been in a car accident. My son knelt before me, begging me to take care of his father. For my son’s sake, I reluctantly agreed. My ex-husband recovered and was discharged, but I suffered a debilitating illness that left me paralyzed. Afterwards, my ex-husband ignored me completely, and my son left me to fend for myself. I died alone, hungry and in pain. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my son knelt before me. This time, I said: “Hell no!” Lying in the cramped storage room, I groaned in agony, my heart filled with regret and resentment. I regretted showing kindness to the ex-husband I had divorced twenty years ago. I resented my son for abandoning me. From outside, I heard my daughter-in-law’s voice, “Jason, I think it’s quiet now. Is she gone?” “It took longer than I expected,” my son Jason replied coldly. “Good riddance. The smell was unbearable – I couldn’t stand it anymore.” “If this went on any longer, the neighbors might have noticed,” Emily added. My five-year-old granddaughter Lily piped up innocently, “I want to play with grandma.” Emily brushed her off, “Oh honey, grandma is very dirty and sick right now. She can’t play with you.” She then instructed Jason, “Go check on her. I’ll take Lily to my mom’s place first.” The door clicked shut and silence fell. My fading consciousness was jolted back by another wave of pain. I couldn’t die yet. I needed to ask my son – had I not been a good mother to him? Why would he treat the woman who raised him this way? How could he be so cold and heartless? In the dark little room, the cold seeped into my bones as demons gnawed at my soul. What was that creaking sound? I forced my bloodshot eyes open, staring intently at the door. Whether from guilt or fear, my son hesitated for a long time before moving. Since becoming paralyzed, every day felt like an eternity. The only thing keeping me alive was my desperate need to confront my son. Suddenly, my body felt light as my consciousness plunged into endless darkness. I was not ready to go! When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to three years ago. My son was kneeling before me, pleading: “Mom, dad was in a car accident. His mistress not only abandoned him but also ran off with all his money.” “The doctors say he might not have much time left.” “Please have pity on him and go to the hospital to take care of him for a while.” I stood there stunned, then suddenly slapped him across the face. Jason held his stinging cheek in confusion. “Mom, why did you hit me?” I felt the slight numbness in my palm and flexed my limbs, delighted to find I could move everything freely! I scrutinized my son’s honest face, which seemed to have shed two or three years of age, no longer so smug and self-satisfied. A chill ran down my spine as I violently shook off his hands clinging to my legs and stumbled backwards. Jason looked at me in bewilderment. “Mom?” I snapped out of it and checked my phone. Unbelievably, it was now two years in the past. Looking again at my son kneeling on the ground, I realized this was exactly that moment. Jason kept trying to persuade me to take care of his father Robert. When I refused, he knelt and begged, playing on my sympathy while making grand promises. Robert and I had been divorced for 27 years. We split up because of his affair and emotional abuse – I simply couldn’t take it anymore. During the divorce, I worried he couldn’t properly care for our six-year-old son, so I fought hard for custody. For Jason’s sake, I didn’t tell him the real reason for the divorce. I just said his father and I weren’t getting along. After the divorce, I didn’t cut off Jason’s relationship with his father either. I have to say, while Robert wasn’t a good husband, he was a decent father. He paid child support on time and occasionally took Jason out, so they maintained a good relationship. In my past life, although very reluctant, I agreed to care for Robert when Jason knelt and begged me, given their close bond. Jason seemed unsettled by my strange gaze, but for his father’s sake in the hospital, he gathered his courage and pressed on: “Mom, dad only has us left now. We can’t abandon him!” I let out a cold laugh and slapped him hard again. “No way in hell!” Jason cupped his swollen face in shock. “Mom? Why are you hitting me again?” I grinned from ear to ear. “Because I’m happy!” Jason was even more bewildered. Without any explanation, I returned to my own room. This room became Jason’s study after I was paralyzed. How absurdly ironic! The house I bought for over $300,000 – when I became completely incapacitated, I was relegated to a storage room smaller than the kitchen. Looking back on my life, everything revolved around my son. When he was still in the womb, I quit my job to be a full-time mom. When he took his first steps, I was there to catch him. When he started school, I had to work hard to earn money while also helping with his studies. Finally, when he graduated college, I had a few years of respite before I started saving frantically for his wedding. After Jason got married, I thought I got along well with my daughter-in-law. Remembering how difficult my own pregnancy was, I took care of everything when Emily was expecting. I respected her wishes to keep working and personally delivered nutritious lunches to her office every day, attending to her every need. After Lily was born, Jason and Emily found her crying annoying. Emily didn’t want to breastfeed after her maternity leave. When my attempts to persuade them failed, knowing they both had to work every day, I simply took Lily into my room to care for her myself. Lily grew up healthy and beautiful. At three years old, she was an adorable little thing – everyone in the neighborhood would praise her when they saw her. I thought I had done more than enough as a mother, mother-in-law and grandmother. I had no regrets and owed them nothing. I let out a long sigh. In my past life, I was like a candle burning myself to light the way for my son’s family. Unexpectedly, I met such a tragic end. Now that I’ve been given a second chance at life, I believe it’s an opportunity from heaven. I’m no longer just a mother, mother-in-law, or grandmother. Although I’m 57 years old, I should still have my own life and be true to myself. As I pondered my next move in my room, Emily shuffled in. She smiled at me and sat down beside me. “Mom, Jason is being unreasonable. You and his dad have been divorced for almost 30 years. How can he expect you to take care of him now?” I kept a stern face and said nothing. Emily’s eyes darted around as she continued, “But dad is in really bad shape now. He’s 60 years old, bedridden and can’t move at all. His wounds look awful.” I didn’t respond, waiting to see how she would play this out. In my past life, Emily always had a sweet face but a bitter heart. She would coax people into doing things, taking credit while others did all the work. Seeing my silence, Emily played the sympathy card: “Dad only has Jason as his son. Now that he’s seriously injured and can’t move, Jason feels he must be by his bedside to fulfill his filial duty. Otherwise, people will talk and it won’t look good for us.” “But Jason has to work to support our whole family. He really can’t spare the time. Otherwise, I’d tell him to quit his job and take care of his dad himself.” Emily kept talking, hinting that I should volunteer to care for Robert. I rolled my eyes. “If Jason doesn’t have time, why don’t you go? You’re young and have more energy than this old lady. Besides, your salary is less than my retirement savings anyway, so it won’t make much difference if you’re not working.” Emily’s face tightened for a moment before relaxing again. “Mom, I’d love to take care of dad, but if I quit my job now, I’ll never find another one with weekends off and a $2000 monthly salary. Plus, Lily can’t be without me.” “I’ve always been the one taking care of Lily,” I said bluntly. “Enough said. I’m not going!” Emily’s lips curled up, but her eyes held no trace of a smile. “Mom, are you trying to make Jason lose his job?” I had painstakingly raised my son, helping him smoothly complete his PhD and pass the civil service exam. Now he was a mid-level manager, and according to him, he had a chance for a promotion to senior management this year. So he absolutely couldn’t have a black mark of being unfilial on his record. In my past life, I had considered his career prospects. Now I only cared about myself. Robert was his father, his responsibility. Why should I have to shoulder it? Oh right, my son’s filial piety was supposed to be demonstrated by me waiting on Robert hand and foot. But I still needed to play along for now. I couldn’t directly confront them yet. My retirement savings for this month had already gone towards household expenses. Thinking of this, I wanted to slap myself. How foolish I had been! Always assuming my son and daughter-in-law would take care of me in my old age, I had no real expenses myself, so I handed over my retirement savings as soon as it came in each month. Their salaries weren’t high – Jason made about $70,000 a year, while Emily made $2000 a month. Yet they insisted on buying a car beyond their means. Between the car payments and other expenses, the two of them were just breaking even before Lily was born. After Lily arrived, they started struggling financially. I couldn’t bear to see it, so I started contributing all of my retirement savings to help out. What a mess – not only had I used up all the money from selling my old house for Jason’s wedding expenses, I had also depleted all my savings. Now my monthly retirement income was gone too, leaving me completely broke. After a moment of silence, I suggested, “Why don’t you just hire a caregiver to look after Jason’s dad? Problem solved.” Emily didn’t even blink before replying, “That won’t work. A caregiver costs $80-100 per day. You have the most free time at home, so you can just go take care of him temporarily.” In my past life, I agreed too quickly. Look at how they’re treating me like free labor now. Emily must have realized her words sounded harsh, so she added, “Lily is about to start preschool, and we need money for everything. Dad’s savings were all taken by that shameless woman. The surgery and medical bills are a huge expense. We need to save wherever we can.” Emily tried to flatter me, “Every little bit helps, you know.” I pondered for a moment before relenting, “You have a point. I’ll go take a look.” Emily was overjoyed. She stood up and patted my shoulder, “You’re so kind and understanding, mom. You always see the big picture.” I silently scoffed to myself. She was good at sweet talk, but I hadn’t agreed to wait on my annoying ex-husband – I was just going to check on the situation. I held out my hand to Emily, who pretended not to understand my meaning and completely ignored me. I was truly fed up. “Emily dear, I’ll need some money to go to the hospital, won’t I?” Emily smiled brightly, “Mom, I’ll SnapChat you $100 later.” That’s right, my daughter-in-law controlled the finances for our family of four, being extremely generous only to herself. She bought new skincare products, makeup, clothes, shoes and bags every month. For the rest of us, especially me, she was incredibly stingy. In my past life, I was somewhat prepared for her refusal to pay for my medical treatment. What I never expected was that my son would also listen to her and not give me a single cent. I glared at her coldly, “$300. Send it now!” Emily tried to say some nice words to gloss it over. I stared her down, enunciating each word: “Send. It. Now.” Emily reluctantly took out her phone and sent me $300. After the transfer, she looked at me hopefully, “Mom, I’ll pack your things now.” I retorted, “Pack what? I’m going to ask the doctor what’s needed and how to provide care first.” Emily plastered on a smile, “Right, you’re always so thoughtful, mom.” I left the house with my phone and headed to the neighborhood activity center. A group of ladies I often babysat with surrounded me, eagerly fishing for gossip. “Lily’s grandma, we heard your ex-husband was in a car accident!” “Is it serious?” “What does your son plan to do?” “You should still go visit him, it’s the right thing to do.” These bored, retired ladies loved to spread rumors and had big mouths. In my past life, to build up my son’s image, I told them Jason wanted to quit his job to care for Robert, but I stopped him and volunteered to go myself. Thanks to their efficient gossip network, the news spread quickly, and my son was soon promoted to a senior management position. He even received an award from his department. Later, I worked with the doctors to help Robert recover enough to get up and speak. So I discussed with Jason about hiring a professional caregiver to look after Robert. First, I was exhausted from the constant night shifts. Second, a caregiver would be stronger and more skilled than me. Jason looked troubled and said his department promoted him specifically because I was personally caring for Robert. If I suddenly stopped, his superiors might think we were putting on an act and could revoke his position. He asked me to hang on a bit longer, until his position was secure, then he would immediately hire a caregiver. I was repeatedly manipulated by my son and daughter-in-law, along with the constant praise from these ladies. I was pushed onto a pedestal I couldn’t get down from. I gritted my teeth and cared for my ex-husband for two whole years until he recovered. Thinking of this, I casually dropped some information: “It’s pretty serious. He hasn’t woken up yet.” “My son and daughter-in-law want me to go take care of him.” “I’m almost 60 years old. Where would I get that kind of energy?” “I’m going to check on him now and plan to hire a caregiver. My son and daughter-in-law have never dealt with anything major before – they don’t think things through.” “A caregiver is both professional and strong. Is this really a place to try to save money?” One old lady chimed in, “I heard your daughter-in-law say you paid for all the surgery and medical expenses. There’s not much money left now. Where would you get the money for a caregiver?” I laid it all out, “Yes, my ex-husband’s mistress wasn’t legally married to him. When she saw how serious the accident was, she disappeared with all his savings.” The group was shocked by my sudden revelation, their eyes lighting up with excitement. I continued, “I paid for everything. I’ve spent all my retirement savings from the past few years on this.”

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  • Love Reduced to Ashes: Strangers Henceforth

    I found out I was pregnant in the fifth year of my secret relationship with Adrian Foster. Overjoyed, I rushed to show him the positive pregnancy test. But when I arrived, I overheard him celebrating with his friends. “After five years, I’ve finally turned Olivia into my obedient little bird,” Adrian boasted. “In a couple days, I’m going to sell her to work at a nightclub. They’re short-staffed there anyway.” My vision blurred as I struggled to process his cruel words. Then one of his friends hesitantly asked, “Adrian, isn’t that going too far? She’s been with you for five years after all.” Another chimed in, “Yeah, how can you just toss her aside like that?” Adrian let out a cold laugh. “Olivia’s nothing but a dirty rag to me. I have no reason to keep her around.” “My fiancée Chloe is coming back soon. I need to clear the path for her return.” So that’s it. I was just an obstacle to be removed. Five years of devotion meant nothing to him. I clutched the pregnancy test tightly, my heart aching. When the door opened, I quickly hid the test behind my back. Adrian’s friends glanced at me before calling out sweetly, “Hey Olivia! Here to see Adrian?” Before I could respond, one of them yelled inside, “Adrian, Olivia’s here!” He was clearly trying to stir up drama. Adrian came over, looking down at me. “How long have you been here?” I knew he was trying to figure out if I’d overheard their conversation. I forced a smile and lied, “I just got here. Was wondering when you’d be home.” “Alright. Go settle the bill and I’ll get the car to wait for you,” Adrian said with a dismissive gesture. I nodded, “Okay.” After paying, I walked outside to find it pouring rain. I waited for a while, but Adrian’s car never showed up. I tried calling and texting him countless times, but got no response. Eventually his phone went straight to voicemail. One of Adrian’s friends came out and saw me huddled in the rain. He asked, “Olivia, didn’t Adrian already leave? Why are you still here?” I froze, unable to believe Adrian would abandon me like this. A girl with the friend held up her phone, her tone mocking: “Chloe came back early. Adrian just left to pick her up. Some people really have no shame!” “Don’t covet things that don’t belong to you. You’re nothing but a thief who stole five years of someone else’s time. You should be grateful for what you got.” With that parting shot, they drove off. By the time I made it home, shivering and soaked to the bone, I found Chloe blocking my way. She was wearing my new pajamas. She smirked, lifting her chin. “Olivia, now that I’m back, you need to know your place. You’re nothing but a dog Adrian kept around to play with.” That includes Adrian himself. My body felt ice cold as I tried to move past her to change clothes. Suddenly, Chloe let out an exaggerated cry of pain and collapsed to the floor. SLAP! Before I could even process what was happening, Adrian’s hand connected with my face. My rain-weakened body crumpled, hitting the corner of the shoe rack. Pain exploded in my forehead. Through blurred vision, I saw Adrian anxiously pick up Chloe. He glared at me coldly. “Olivia, you’d better remember your place. You’re nothing but a stand-in for Chloe. What right do you have to throw your weight around here!?” “I’ve spoiled you too much, making you forget who the real owner of this house is. You’re not allowed inside tonight. Get out!” His words felt like daggers of ice. I realized it was time for me to leave for good. I watched Adrian carry Chloe upstairs. In my dazed state, I thought I saw Chloe flash me a triumphant smile. My vision blurred red. I raised a hand to my face and felt something wet and sticky. Focusing my eyes, I realized it was blood. I struggled to stand, stumbling and falling again. My whole body felt like it was encased in ice. I curled up, trying to conserve warmth. My mind drifted to a time I’d had a high fever. Adrian had been beside himself with worry, rushing me to the hospital for a five day stay. During those five days, he’d taken care of my every need, refusing to let anyone else help. He’d cancelled all his work to be with me, giving me his full attention. When I told him he should focus on his career, he’d said sternly, “Anything related to you is the most important thing.” But then… then the dream shattered. I woke up. Adrian noticed immediately. “You’re awake?” For a moment, I thought he still cared. But then his face turned cold as he said, “Now that you’re up, go apologize to Chloe right away. You scared her half to death sleeping in the living room all night.” “If Chloe wasn’t so kind-hearted and generous in letting me bring you to the hospital, who knows where you would’ve woken up.” So he’d planned to abandon me in some desolate place. His phone rang. A minute later he hung up. “Olivia, hurry up and go apologize.” I paused. “What am I apologizing for?” For passing out in the living room due to a fever and head injury, which happened to scare her? Seeing my expression, Adrian assumed I was faking. “Olivia, can you stop pretending? Just looking at you makes me sick.” With that, he suddenly grabbed my arm roughly. My weakened body was helpless as he dragged me along. We passed several nurses who quickly avoided us. “Adrian, it hurts…” I whimpered. He didn’t loosen his grip. After opening a door, he literally threw me inside. I flew through the air like a kite with cut strings before crashing hard onto the floor. “Adrian, what’s going on?” Chloe asked in a sweet, innocent voice from her hospital bed. But when she looked down at me, I saw the triumph and joy in her eyes. My whole body ached. Chloe spoke again: “Adrian, did you and Olivia fight because of me!?” She ran over to Adrian barefoot. “If Olivia hates me so much, I’ll just leave. I only hope that after I’m gone, she’ll treat you well…” Adrian scooped Chloe up, his tone exasperated but doting: “Silly girl, why are you running around without shoes?” “Olivia’s not worthy of hating you. I brought her here to apologize to you.” He was explaining things to her. In the past, he’d never bothered to explain anything to me. I’d asked him about things before, but he told me he liked obedient women. So I stopped asking questions. Chloe’s bare feet dangled in front of my face as I knelt on the floor like an old dog. “Oh? Adrian, you’re making Olivia apologize to me? Won’t she resent me for that? What if she holds a grudge?” “She won’t,” Adrian said firmly. After a pause, he added: “She wouldn’t dare.” I felt my blood run cold, a chill spreading from my feet to the top of my head. “But I don’t think a verbal apology is enough,” Chloe mused. “How about we do something like Truth or Dare and choose a punishment?” She sat on Adrian’s lap, arms around his neck. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Adrian stroked her nose affectionately. The two laughed together like the perfect couple. Suddenly, a foot lifted my chin. I was forced to look up at Chloe’s mocking, triumphant smile. “Oh no, my feet got a bit dirty from running around barefoot earlier,” she pouted. “Adrian doesn’t like dirty things. Olivia, why don’t you wash my feet for me?” I stared at her in disbelief. How dare she! Seeing I wasn’t moving, Chloe snuggled against Adrian and whined, “Adrian, is Olivia upset with me?” Adrian frowned at me. “What are you waiting for? Get to it.” “I’ll go with Olivia to wash up,” Chloe chirped. “That way she won’t have to go back and forth.” With that, Chloe dragged me into the VIP room’s bathroom despite my resistance. It was a top-of-the-line setup with all the amenities. As soon as the door closed, Chloe’s innocent act vanished. Her face twisted into an ugly, vengeful snarl. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “You disgusting whore. How dare you try to have Adrian’s baby?” “A piece of trash like you doesn’t deserve to bear his child. Have you forgotten your lowly origins? You’re nothing but filth.” She knew! My heart raced as I instinctively tried to protect my stomach. But Chloe wasn’t done. She kicked me hard in the abdomen. Pain radiated through my body. Knock knock Adrian’s concerned voice came from outside: “Chloe, is everything okay in there?” Chloe’s face hardened. She suddenly collapsed to the floor, crying out in pain. BANG! Adrian kicked the door open and rushed to Chloe’s side. I clutched my stomach, weakly trying to ask for help: “Adrian, please save…” Save the baby. Before I could finish, Chloe buried her face in Adrian’s chest, sobbing. “It’s my fault, I slipped and fell. Olivia didn’t push me. She didn’t push me down and then…” Adrian’s face darkened with rage. He kicked me hard. “If anything happens to Chloe, I’ll make you pay with your life.” He carried Chloe out, leaving me alone. I felt something warm trickling down my legs. Panicked, I crawled to the hallway, desperately calling for help. Thankfully, I was saved. But the baby wasn’t. I stared blankly at the tiny embryo the doctor had removed. The taste of blood filled my throat. After a long moment, I took out my phone and opened a secret app I hadn’t used in years. I sent a message: [I want to come home] The reply came instantly: [If you’re done playing, come back. I’ll pick you up.] I agonized over my response before sending: [Please erase all my information in the country. I’m leaving tomorrow.] When I went home to pack my things, I found all my belongings thrown outside. Among them was a jade bracelet, now shattered. With trembling hands, I picked up the pieces. A whirlwind of emotions swept through me. This bracelet was the only memento I had from my grandmother. Adrian opened the door and saw me. His eyes filled with contempt and disgust. “If you’re not dead, hurry up and take this trash away. Just looking at it makes me sick.” “Why is my bracelet broken?” I asked, holding up the two halves. Adrian glanced at it dismissively. “How should I know? You probably didn’t take good care of it yourself.” Seeing his uncaring attitude, my heart clenched painfully. “Adrian, I love the diamond ring you got me!” Chloe’s voice suddenly rang out. She appeared behind Adrian, holding up a massive 50-carat diamond. The sight made my eyes ache. Chloe pretended to just notice me. “Oh, Olivia! You’re back so soon?” “By the way, Adrian said he has a job to introduce you to tomorrow. I heard it pays really well. Soon you’ll be a successful career woman too, Olivia. I’m so envious!” A job? I suddenly remembered overhearing Adrian say he was going to sell me to work at a nightclub. My blood ran cold, my heart constricting painfully. My mind went blank. Chloe suddenly grabbed my hand, her long nails digging into my flesh. Blood welled up. “Olivia, Adrian likes girls with good careers,” she simpered. “You’re so lucky he’s helping you out.” “Shouldn’t you thank Adrian for introducing you to this job?” She leaned in close and hissed, “I guess trash raised without a mother doesn’t even know basic manners.” It hurt so much. I instinctively jerked my hand away. Chloe used the momentum to dramatically fall to the ground. She looked up with hurt, resentful eyes. “Olivia, did I do something to upset you? Please tell me so I won’t do it again. I’m begging you, please don’t hurt the little life inside me.” With that, she cradled her stomach protectively. Adrian immediately rushed to push me away. Chloe leaned into his arms. “Adrian, we’re having a baby. But… but Olivia doesn’t seem happy about it. I’m scared…” “I’m so afraid our baby won’t be able to come into this world safely…” Adrian held her tightly, murmuring soothingly, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here. Nothing will happen to our baby.” Before leaving, Adrian fixed his gaze on me. “You’ve really disappointed me. From now on, I won’t provide you with any financial support. You can either fend for yourself or go work at the place I introduced you to.” “I won’t go. Why can’t I work somewhere else?” I steadied myself, the last shred of hope dying in my chest. Adrian lost all patience. “If you don’t go, then die on the streets.” My face was expressionless. “Then I’d rather die on the streets!” Adrian’s cold lips curved in a mocking smile. “Do you really think anywhere else would take you?” “Besides, you’ve been used up by me. What makes you think you’re qualified for any respectable job?” “Don’t come crawling back to me like a dog later!” In the end, we parted ways on bad terms that day. Half an hour before my flight, I got a call from Adrian. I was about to reject it, but instinctively answered instead. Adrian’s voice came through, full of disdain for my actions: “Hah, I thought you were so capable. But you still answered my call, didn’t you?” I was about to hang up when he continued: “Olivia, at 11 o’clock someone will come pick you up. Once you get there, you’d better behave. When you’ve learned your lesson, come back and apologize to Chloe.” I glanced at my watch. It was still 30 minutes until 1

    Suddenly, I heard a woman’s coquettish voice on the other end. It was Chloe. “Adrian, how about we set our wedding for the 18th of this month? We should invite Olivia too. Even though she doesn’t like me, she did take care of you for five years…” My chest tightened painfully. I was about to hang up when Adrian spoke again, his tone dripping with contempt: “Did you hear that? Chloe is so kind-hearted. In 10 days, I’ll send someone to bring you back for our wedding.” The call ended. My eyes grew cold as I deleted everything related to Adrian, including throwing away the card he’d given me. Adrian was in the middle of flirting with Chloe when he suddenly got a phone call. After hanging up, his expression turned grave. Chloe tried to snuggle up to him but he gently pushed her away. “Olivia wasn’t picked up by those men. I need to go check what happened. You stay here for now.” With that, Adrian left, ignoring whatever expression Chloe wore. Behind him, a vicious glint flashed in Chloe’s eyes. When Adrian returned home, he felt like something was different about the house. But he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly had changed. Until— The doorbell rang. Adrian went to answer, automatically assuming it was me coming back to hide. “Olivia, you have the nerve to come crawling back? Who do you think…” He opened the door to find not me, but a delivery man in uniform. The man said professionally, “Mr. Foster, this is a package Ms. Sullivan mailed to you. Please sign for it.”

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